Scared...

We spent Friday night at the Chandler ER. Galen had developed a large swelling on his right-hand-side of his head. Wednesday he hit his head on the floor tile. At the time it was nothing more than a good scream, cry, and recovery. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday he seemed normal. But about two hours after being placed in bed Friday night, Galen let out a blood curdling scream and made his awakeness known. Shanna thought hmmm, is he hungry? Within a few minutes she came back out and said "look at this" and off we went to the ER.

Hospitals make ya feel helpless. Seeing little man tired, in pain, and prodded by strangers is a humbling experience. He has a tiny skull fracture, a good sized hematoma, and a small pool of blood under the skull. After what felt to be an eternity, we were transferred to Banner's children's ICU for an overnight monitoring.

As you can see, he was hooked, wired, and ready for monitoring... He almost seemed to forget about the wires, unless he was bored, then they became something to chew on and play with.

This brought our vacation to Yellowstone to a screeching halt, we were to leave Sunday. With the follow-up and any potential to aggravate the bruising, we just couldn't go. Instead, we are doing other around town vacation things. Went to the Phoenix Zoo this morning. And we were able to get the new carpet install done this week instead of in two weeks. We also have a cool set of CAT scan printouts, a relieved feeling knowing he is on the way to recovery, and a newfound appreciation for a baby's resilience.

I asked if we should start a pool for the number of times we take Galen to the ER. Shanna said she didn't want me smashing his arm or something to win the bet...