first trip to the ER

Let's skip to the end, he is fine.

Now let's start back at the beginning.  It's Saturday, on Saturday Oliver and I either stay home and clean or go out for an adventure.  Today we stayed home to clean and it managed to turn into an adventure.  After a couple hours of cleaning and playing downstairs we decided to head up to the office to straighten some paperwork, clean off a bookshelf and see what kind of craft we could find in the closet.  It was a really nice morning today.  Windy and warm a perfect day for airing out the house.

Oliver is playing around with the desktop computer, I push the window open a bit and tie up the string on the blinds so he doesn't choke himself...turns out that blind string is the least of my worries.  I move over to a bookshelf and am taking off a few books to donate.  He walks over to the window, looks outside, then his head bumps the screen and all of the sudden he is gone.  He was there a second ago, he was maybe three feet from me, and now he is out the window.  Out the window.  Out the second floor window. 

I run down the hall, down the stairs, out the door, and through the yard.  He is on his belly crying.  I pick him up and we go inside.  He calms down surprisingly quickly and has a few sips of water.  Then says "don't jump out window."  Yeah, I see that's not the best.

At this point I'm unsure what to do.  He seems okay.  He is walking and chatting with me.  The only thing he says that hurts is his scrapped up chin.  But he fell out a window and that seems like an issue.  Do we do nothing?  Do we drive to the ER?  Do we just drive to the doctor or urgent care?  Do we call 911?  We decide to call Jim.  Then we call the RN hotline on out insurance card.  Then we call 911.  Okay right before we call 911 I put a diaper and pants on him.  He totally fell out the window in a sweatshirt and socks...we are potty training.  You don't even want to know what I'm wearing.  Just think about what you wear when you plan to spend the day inside cleaning. 

Whatever, we call 911 and sit on the bottom of our stairs waiting for them to arrive.  Oliver is quiet and a bit stunned by the whole thing.  Then he hears the firetruck siren and the ambulance and perks up.  "I hear firetruck"  Just wait a few seconds and you'll see it.  The guys come in and ask me a bunch of questions, ask to see the window, and work on strapping Oliver down on the board  to keep him stable, in case of neck or back issues...the main reason that I figured I should call for help and not drive him myself.  Oliver complies and isn't fussy.  His vitals are all fine and we ride off in the ambulance for the Children's Hospital downtown, Jim says he will meet us there.

Oliver is fine with the whole thing.  He lets the nurses and doctor listen to his heart, stick stuff on him, take blood pressure, and press on his belly.  The wailing doesn't start until they put him in a neck brace so he can have an X-ray done.  Oh the crying!  "Take off peas, take off peas, take off now peas"  After about an hour he was cleared on any neck issues, given some juice and food and told to hang out for another couple hours in case he was going to have any other reactions.  His exit paper work stated his diagnosis as "contusion to the chin."  Who falls out a second story window and ends up with a scrape on the chin?  God must have caught him.