I Got That Scary Phone Call Today...

It took 4 months but finally today I got that phone call. The scary one. 

The number for the kids school flashed on my phone just as I had sat down with the last 4 squares of chocolate. It was an hour before pickup and I really wanted to relax. 

"Bradley's had quite a fall at school, he hit his head quite hard on the ground and he's pale, sweaty and shaking" 

Immediately I panicked. And I started praying that Bradley's heart could take it. Stupid dodgy heart! 
I rushed down to the school where I found him lying flat on his back as I've been instructed to do whenever his body experiences trauma. The teacher walked over and they had already taken his heart rate, he was laid down straight away after the fall and he was ready to go to the hospital. The school did AMAZING, followed his care plan exactly! 

So I grabbed him and went down to the hospital. They monitored him some more there but his heart rate was ok, it hadn't dropped to the dangerously low levels it did after his accident with the drawers. He seems to have just a mild concussion. 

Last time the "episode" didn't happen until 12 hours after the trauma and resulted in him being flown by Royal Flying Doctors to the city. We can't tell if it's going to happen again this time but he's been put on 'rest and stay quiet' for 24 hours because it was quite a big hit to the head. 

Ever since that incident in February I've been dreading this phone call. Being quite a rough and tumble little boy I always knew it was only a matter of time until he gave himself another good knock to the system. To be honest I'm surprised he's lasted this long!! 

Another day, another hospital visit. . .