See that boy flying through the air, that's my boy, my baby. Well this same boy was at Vans Skate Park on Saturday for his buddies B-day and was jumping and skating and flying through the air, with FULL protection on (unlike this photo, which I did NOT take and wasn't present at) well, the boy fell and whacked his head hard (yes, he was wearing a helmet.)
I am at the Hospital on the other side of town with my Mom, where I am now every day for several hours a day, when his friend calls me and tells me Hairy has hurt his leg. My response is so-and-so put Hairy on the phone!
baby hairy: Mom, I hurt my knee
Before you all judge me for being BITCH mom of the year, this happens like 3 times a week, calls with whining and complaining that usually end up in pleas to buy soda and burgers.
me: baby hairy, I am at the hospital with Grandma on the other side of town (pissed off tone)
baby hairy: WHAT?! Grandma's in the hospital? Why is she in Orlando?
me: baby hairy, put so-and-so back on the phone. So-and-so, get an adult employee from Vans and sit with him I am on my way to take him to the hospital.
So, baby hairy had a concussion, CT scan was fine.
Did you know that when people get a concussion they have memory loss and ask the same 6 or 7 questions over and over and over and have no memory of doing so.
It was very scary, for the first 3 hours, once the doctor said it was normal and would probably wear off after 12 hours and rest it became the MOST ANNOYING THING EVER.
Stinky long haired 17 year old repeating these questions ever 3 minutes for 10 hours (apparently he drank a shit load of Mountain Dew at Vans and was not sleepy at ALL)
How did I get here?
Did I bump my head? Wasn't I wearing a helmet?
Ow, my knew hurts, oh no did I rip my jeans?
Where is I pod touch?
Did anyone see me fall?
Where's so-and-so?
Do you have my phone?
oh, my head hurts.
At one point you start to wonder if they are messing with you, I mean, they all after all teen aged pain in the ass boys. When he over hear us talking about Grandma in the hospital, he was so alarmed, and asked what happened. When I told him she had a stroke and an brain aneurysm, his eyes welled up with tears. That's when I moved him to my room (so he wouldn't over hear any one's conversations) with plenty of food (and beer for me) and we watched TV and I answered his questions over and over until he fell asleep.
ahhhhhhhhhhh, the joys of motherhood never end
Wowza, hope he gets better quick, and that there isn't any lasting damage.
ReplyDeleteUntil then, try not to strangle him. :)
At least you know he still needs you. And I know it is probably wrong, but it gives me a small sense of comfort that at 17 they will still crawl in my bed and let me take care of them.
ReplyDeletehe is stronger than me, so if if I tried ot stangle him I could'nt
ReplyDeleteand yes, I love that he crawls in my bed, however I hat that he's smelly
Ylla, glad that he is better. It is scary when one has a concussion. THe news is that they never stop needing their mother. None of us stops needing our mother. I think its the way we are wired. We need someone to comfort us in our hour of NEED. Give him a hug from us.... Love and Prayers, Rita
ReplyDeleteI'm 36 and I still cry for my mother when I vomit (which is extremely frequent with a lap band and kinda strange in a shopping centre food court public toilet)
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