I knew it would happen eventually!

First, before I forget, Atticus had his 2 week well visit at the peds office. He is up to 9lbs 4oz. That's a whole pound and 2 oz in 14 days. Way to go tiny boy! I am officially allowed to stop worrying when he sleeps 6 hours and enjoy my sleep :) Because yes, he is still all the sleeper Finn never was. No complaining here - just trying to enjoy it while it lasts!!

Now, on to yesterdays adventure. So earlier in the week I took both boys, by myself, to the peds office for A's well visit. We survived unscathed and it was quite a confidence booster for me. I should have known better, LOL. So yesterday it was a crappy morning and a few girlfriends decided to meet at the mall and walk around with the munchkins. So we get to the mall, I've got Finn in his stroller - kinda. His friends are walking so I figure he can too. I've got Atticus in the carrier. We had been there close to an hour, the kids had a blast, rode the merry-go-round, and all was wonderful. So we were all walking to the play area in the mall and Finn was running ahead with one of his friends. While running ahead of us all, he falls, smacks his head, and starts crying. Nothing new, he's somewhat of an awkward mess these days. Well I get up to him (and am totally unable to pick him up b/c A is in the carrier), and one of my girlfriends helps get him into his stroller and I squat down to talk to him. I get on his level and the kid is white as a ghost. No color in his lips, hes so pale he looks almost green. The spot on his forehead where he smacked into the floor is also not turning into a bump, which worries me - bump is good, dent is bad. Then I notice he's breathing ok, but taking an odd deep breath every few seconds, and I try and talk to him and he seems super disoriented. Shit. So I call the ped (yay for having them in my cell). I tell them whats going on, and ask if they think I should take him to their office or urgent care. What do the say? They say call 911. Oh hell. So I call 911 (side not - D- for the operator, 6+ rings to answer and then was following her script so intently she didn't even listen to me - I realized this when she told me not to try and move the injured baby - AFTER I told her he was up and walking and talking, and almost 3). So mall security shows up (idiots. Taking pictures of my kid, his feet and his flip flops in case I try and sue - right, because my 3 year old has two left feet I'm gonna sue the mall!), and then EMS. Thankfully, the two paramedics were wonderful. Very understanding, especially since by the time they showed up almost 10 minutes had passed and Finn was up walking and talking like nothing had happened. They checked him out, and I'm very proud to say, I didn't lose my cool once. No tears, no crazy psycho mom, just calm, collected, and rational (props to my Dad - that comes from him, no doubt in my mind). They gave me the option to take him to the ER, but everyone agreed he seemed completely normal by this point, and so they gave me a list of things to watch out for. I'm 99% sure Jay thinks I over reacted, and should have known better than to put him in flip flops (because I'm a fortune teller and can predict the future!), and what I would expect to be a massive goose egg is actually quite small and not even all that bruised. Whatever, I called the ped first, so I don't feel bad about calling 911. Although I do have a feeling this is only the first phone call to 911 for these boys!

And of course, what good would this adventure have been without cell phone pictures :) Thanks Dina.


Hopefully my next adventure out of the house won't include any emergency services!