I hate to write down this story, but I don't want to forget it because it was such a pivotal parenting time with Davis.
On a regular Tuesday morning, 5/2/17, Tripp took Davis into the bathroom on his boppy lounger. The lounger is probably the baby item we used this most... Davis LOVED laying in it! I was putting my makeup on while I was pumping in the recliner and Tripp ran into the den with Davis saying "I dropped him! I dropped him!" Davis was silent screaming... the kind where he couldn't make any noise and holding his breath. It was AWFUL. I didn't understand what happened and Tripp was at a loss for words... we sat down on the couch and just loved on Davis, trying to get him to calm down. He cried and cried and cried. Tripp then told me that he was carrying Davis on the boppy lounger and as he tried to open the bathroom door, he dropped Davis from hip height on the bathroom tile floor. Hit his head :(
As we were sitting on the couch, Davis became super lethargic and could barely keep his eyes open. About 10 minutes later, the side of his head started swelling. First child, first head bump, first swelling... we decided to take him to the doc. We walked into the clinic (normal ped office in Lowell) and saw Dr. Silvey... who ironically was the doc we requested at the reco of Jess Lais after we had Davis, but he wasn't available. He observed Davis (who had calmed down by then) and said he wanted to get an Xray of his skull to determine if there was any damage and he could have possibly fractured his skull. The concern was bleeding in the brain, so the xray would tell us if he fractured it and then we would need a CT scan to confirm if there was bleeding.
We went to AR Children's hospital down the street from the ped office and waited for an Xray. It was so sad. Tripp and I were both so quiet. I tried to keep my calm and not cry or freak out... because I knew it would kill Tripp to see me so upset. He was devastated and felt so bad for "hurting" Davis. It was a total accident, but it didn't matter. So, we waited for what felt like hours in the waiting room. Davis slept.
We got called back into the Xray room and as soon as we woke Davis up and had to lay him down, he screamed and cried. We had to hold him down and keep him still for the Xrays :( The doc originally told us that we would get a call with the Xray results and determine next steps, but the Xray lady told us we needed to immediately go back to the ped office because he "banged up his head pretty bad." :(
Our hearts sank. So we went back to the ped office and Dr. Silvey said we needed to go to Fayetteville for a CT scan. I was on the brink of tears every second after this. I asked him what happened if there was bleeding and he dodged the question... wouldn't even answer. We went to Fayetteville and waited about an hour before the CT scan. Sweet boy was exhausted. I held him while they scanned his head in that huge piece of equipment. He was crying and screaming. Then we waited again for the results.
Dr. Silvey called us while we were still in the waiting room and confirmed NO BLEEDING! His head looked great outside of the fracture and all we had to do was let that heal. Nothing else. We could give him Tylenol if he acted really fussy and he would probably be sore, but that's it. Babies are resilient and he will get through this. We were supposed to leave for the beach on Saturday and no concern with him flying either. It was the best feeling. I couldn't help but have thoughts of the worst outcome all day before that... how one small moment could possibly change our lives forever. I stared at Davis all morning and wished with every ounce of my being that I could see what was going on in his head... but we had to wait and be patient. Tripp apologized to me a thousand times that morning, still so guilty for hurting Davis.
We loved and snuggled him all afternoon... so grateful for the good news. And decided it was time to retire the boppy lounger ;)
