Well, it was a long and interesting night last night. I had just sent the kids to bed, and started cleaning up my house when I heard a very loud crash in the bedroom. I didn't hear screaming, but went in to check on the kids. As soon as I saw Breven, he started screaming bloody murder. He was under the dresser with his foot inside on of the drawers and our very large and heavy T.V. still laying partially on his head
My heart totally stopped just then. He started going crazy, screaming, kicking and refusing to hold still. I got him out from under the stuff and checked him over. Some part of the T.V. had skinned the side of his face a bit, but other than that he seamed o.k.
He was very angry with me for some reason, and kept getting irritated with me. Well I kept him up for a bit, to see if anything else was wrong, besides a very bad head ache. He seamed fine so after about an hour I put him back to bed. Then he started throwing up. Thank goodness Andrew decided to come home just then. He helped clean up and looked Brev over too.
He thinks it was a concussion, having seen plenty the gym, So he sat up with Brev for a bit until he stopped throwing up. He only threw up a few times, but it sure scared me. I was ready to take him into the hospital, and would have if he threw up any more. But he calmed down, a bit of color came back into his face, he stopped crying every time he turned his head, and he just wanted to go to bed.
Crazy kid, bet he won't climb on any dressers for a long time.
We have been pretty lucky. We have never made any hospital trips for the kids, but this one very came close in my opinion.
