Just Call Him Crash

The kid looks awful in this picture, doesn't he? We used the headband to keep the ice pack on his most recent minor head injury, which he got last night by cracking his head on the corner of his headboard while trying to get away from his sister, a.k.a. the ticklemonster.

He seemed fine, despite the look of this picture. But this morning, he was up at 5:30 a.m., drenched in sweat and asking for a shower. When Matt put him in the shower, he promptly made himself comfortable on the floor of the tub and fell asleep with the water going.

He ate three bowls of cereal, and fell asleep between each.

Of course, I sent him back to bed instead of out to the bus stop, where he slept for two more hours.

I checked him every 10 minutes to make sure he was still breathing, looked up a lot of panic inducing information on children's head injuries, and started planning to call the doctor if he wasn't totally back to normal when he woke up.

Thankfully, when he finally woke up, he had more color in his cheeks, was no longer excited to be in bed, and asked to go ride his bike at the skate park.

So, apparently, crisis averted. Now I just get a lovely day at home with a cuddly boy.

I can't tell you how relieved I am. This kid and my nerves don't mix all that well, but since a large part of my heart depends on his health and well-being, I'm ever so happy he's back on his feet.