They'd had fun and I was just telling them it was time to stop jumping when I saw Brenner lose his balance and fall backward over the side of the couch landing on his head. It was the loudest crack I have ever heard. His head hit the metal window casing where the floor-to-ceiling window meets the floor. I ran around to him and picked him up and saw blood running down his face.
I tend to panic at times like this. I've really got to work on remaining calm for my kids. The other kids ran over to us and when they saw all the blood running down Brenner's face and all over his shirt and arms they started crying. I had no idea what to do. We didn't have an emergency plan. I had no idea what to do. The hospital is just over the river from us but we have to take such a round about way to get there over 2 bridges and through Queens and then to Manhattan. And he was bleeding pretty good.
So we knelt together and said a prayer. The bleeding stopped.
I called a neighbor so she was expecting the other kids and I put Brenner in the stroller and ran 15 minutes to the parking garage. Traffic was pretty quick moving, which is a miracle, and I made it to New York Presbyterian Hospital in 15 minutes. It was jam-packed. Dave's surgery rotation is there so he was upstairs. I was so glad when I was finally able to get a hold of him and he met us in the Emergency Room in his scrubs.
Brenner was so calm. The emergency room was packed. We knew it was going to be a long wait. They let Dave off early so he kept Brenner at the hospital with him, waiting, and I went home to get the kids from the neighbors and put them to bed. I had lost my checkbook, drivers license, credit cards, and insurance cards in my haste and prayed all the way home that I would be able to find them. I found the insurance cards on the floor of the parking garage where I had parked, and luckily someone had turned in my checkbook at the office. Another answered prayer.
The kids were so worried about Brenner so they drew him pictures and taped them up by his bed for him to see when he got home. They finally fell asleep around 10pm. Dave and Brenner got home 3 hours later and Brenner was in such good spirits. They had given him chocolate ice cream and a little bag full of prizes, his favorite being the water squirter syringe. He showed me all the prizes and smiled with chocolate ice cream all around his mouth.
The doctors and nurses said they had never seen such a brave boy, especially for only being 3! He didn't cry the whole time they were washing it out, or during the 9 shots of Lidocaine to deaden it. Dave said it was so deep his skull was showing. It took stitches underneath and then 4 staples on top. The thing about head wounds is they always bleed so much. I'm so glad it wasn't worse because it looked so bad in the beginning.
The other kids have been so nice to him since it happened. He was a celebrity the next morning when they all woke up and gathered around to see his stitches and staples. I'm so thankful that everything worked out okay and for prayer and Heavenly Father's help in the small details of our every day experiences.
And I'm so thankful for Brenner. I'm thankful for the rough and tumble fireball that his is, for his ready laugh, his sparkly eyes and his funny personality. He definitely keeps me hoppin' all day, but when things like this happen it makes me so thankful for him and that he's okay.















