The school called me today, shortly after lunch, saying Rowan took a good fall on the way in from recess. They’re not quick to call just for any little thing, but I was told it was a really good fall and he needed to come home, or maybe go to a doctor. So I abandoned my crocheting and headed to the school.
When I arrived, I was met by Rowan and three other staff members who were caring for him. He was slumped down on a couch, and they were holding an ice pack on his head and chatting quietly with him. He had indeed fallen hard running on the sidewalk. He didn’t even have time to put his hands out. Full face to concrete. The staff caught me up on the happenings, and tipped me off that he had a few symptoms of a concussion. Dizziness. Headache. He said the ice pack didn’t feel cold. And he was really unsteady when he walked. So it was clear I needed to take him in.
I drove in and called my doctors office at the same time. I knew our doctor wasn’t in today, but I was determined to see someone on staff there, so all the records were in the right place.
It took some convincing and a couple hours of waiting, but we got an appointment. While we waited, we listened to music, drank some frozen lemonade as per Rowan’s request, and he was doing noticeably better š
He is SO beautiful! Goodness!
Finally he was called into a room where we met Dr. Matt.
He asked Rowan a lot of questions, and took down all kinds of information. He was leaning towards it really just being a bump, and I was definitely ok with that idea. It was all seeming that way until his final neural test. Maybe you know this one. The doctor held up his pen and asked Rowan to use one finger to touch the end of his nose, then the pen, then his nose, and back and forth while the doctor moved the pen around. Its not as easy as it sounds, and he was doing great. Then he switched hands and it was HARD. He bombed. The doctor noticed and mentioned that it might be harder with the other hand. Except that he did WAY worse with his left hand. At that point, he decided Rowan has a mild concussion. And that made sense.
Does anything change? Nah, not really. We’ll have to watch him and see how he’s feeling in the morning. He’s currently in his jammies, cuddled up on the couch with a stuffie that was warmed in the microwave, reading books. And by “reading” I mean he’s mostly looking at pictures, so I really couldn’t ask for him to be more settled and relaxed.
But, my friends, I am exhausted.
Tomorrow is another big one, but at least I know its coming! Today was unexpected but we got through it!
Onto the next!