Well, we went ice skating.  For five minutes before my son landed on his head.  Even with a big, thick hat on he hit hard enough for a concussion and memory loss.  We went right to the ER as soon as we realized how bad it was and there we sat for the usual hours and hours.  They ran a CT scan of his head while we listened to him ask us 3000 times what happened. 

He had no memory of the day, as well as he was forgetting things that happened within a minute.  Over and over he would ask us the same things.  Very scary.  The part that I had to laugh at, was when after praying together, he forgot we had, but remembered he wanted to.  He kept asking me over and over if we could pray together.  So we just kept praying! 

The Doctors felt like he should improve after six hours—he didn’t.  Then began the whole “transfer” ordeal.  They wanted to transfer him to the local children’s hospital where a children’s neurological surgical team was on hand in case he began bleeding in his brain.  The CT was completely clear. 

My husband having had this exact same experience (must be hereditaryL) wasn’t sure that we needed to go.  The doctors released him for us to take up there.  We took him home to eat, gather his things, take his sister to a friends, and make some calls.  We talked to a doctor friend who was reassuring in that the doctors were probably just covering their rears and though they told us there was less than a 1% chance of a problem, assured us he needed to be watched.  Our doctor friend made it clear that because most people would not carefully watch and check their child, the hospitals are going to want  to do it.  After prayerful consideration, and since we aren’t “most people”, we decided to watch him ourselves for a couple of hours, then take him in at midnight if need be.  By midnight, he had regained 99% of his memory and was no longer loosing recent minutes. 

We decided to put him to bed between us and wake him every hour and a half.  We did.  He doesn’t wake up very good when exhausted—imagine that! J  But he was aware and knew what had happened—the good news!

He’s not out of the woods yet.  After the 24 hour mark—about 3:30--I’ll feel better.  He’s got a whopper of a headache this morning.  We also have to keep him from getting re-injured over the next two weeks.  That won’t be easy.  AND we also get to wait and see if there are any ramifications for us not showing up at the other hospital.

If you think about it, would you please pray for our boy?  It just rips my heart to pieces seeing him hurt and confused and so sad about it all.  He keeps saying, “I hate ice skating!”.  Last night, when we kept having to repeat what happened to him, he kept asking, “Do I even know how to ice skate?”  The answer was, “NO!”  So, we’re making progress and we won’t be skating again for quite awhile!