My wee boy

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A scream that makes any parent know that something serious has happened followed by a sibling screaming for help, you know you had better get into action and not just ignore it as a child over acting to get a sympathy vote from Mum and Dad.

This is exactly what we heard a few days ago. Our boy (L) was climbing in our pantry (not supposed to be) and fell from about 2 meters onto his head. He was in severe pain but I was glad he was conscious. I carried him to a bed, in hind site this is what I should not have done incase his neck was broken, but I was able to assess that his skull looked pretty fractured. I called my husband who was skyping his sister at the time and he too felt the groove that our fingers went into where the skull felt fractured. Off to the hospital we went.

This was a very different hospital trip than any other I have done. We climbed onto our scooter, I held (L) to my stomach and we ventured to find the nearest A&E. There was one not far away and by this time (L) was feeling like vomiting and was starting to become drowsy. We lay him on the table where they injected him with something to stop him vomiting, boy did he yell and let the entire Bangalore know he was not impressed with this. The funny thing is that (DH) had to take a prescription to the chemist to buy the injection before they gave it. India is a pay as you go kind of health system.

(L) could not remember what had happened to him and would open his eyes and ask me what happened. I told him about the fall and he promptly told me off for not catching him. Cute.

They did a quick assessment and told us he will need to go for a CT scan. This meant climbing on the scooter again and trying to find the diagnostic scan hospital called Santosh hospital with the directions they gave. It's hard to follow directions when you are trying to get your son seen to as soon as poss. Part way into our trip (L) started vomiting over my shoulder. People were looking on in a concerned manner as our bike and myself where sharing the vomit and poor levi was looking more and more pale and more and more drowsy.

We asked for directions and finally found the hospital after a few U turns only to find that the actual hospital and the scan unit were at different places. Off we went again and finally found where we were meant to be. As per usual, nothing could be done until we had paid for the scan.

We were then waiting in the waiting room when I noticed blood coming from (L's) nose, as a nurse I know that this is not a good sign but I was actually feeling very calm. We had sent out some texts to friends around the world and we knew people were praying... and us of course.

David decided to make a bit more of a push for some urgent attention, He said something like, "this is an emergency, he needs to be seen straight away," it worked very well.

They took us straight in and did the scan quite quickly once they saw the blood.

I knew it was a give in that his skull was cracked but was more concerned about what was happening internally. He was now quite hard to rouse.

While we waited we received texts and calls from friends who were praying and then the news came that there was no fracture and no brain injury. The CT scan was perfectly clear. Praise God because we had felt and seen his skull. This could only be a work of God.

A friend of ours arrived to see us at the hospital and that really spoke volumes of love to me. She also came with us back to another hospital and then later on came with her family with dinner to have with us at home.

Right, back to the story.... (L) lay on the hospital bed in A&E looking very peaceful. He was no longer complaining of pain and his pupils were responding well. They advised us that he should stay in for observation but after we found out the fee we realised it was not possible (we have no med insurance) We decided that since I was a nurse we would take him home and set our alarm throughout the night and keep an eye on him. Plus we had God doing his thing as well.

So off we set on the scooter again, stopping once for him to vomit and arrived home to a surprise packet of treats that the girls had put together for (L). My kids are just so fantastic, they cared for our 2 year old and can make meals and put him to have naps. They just amaze me at times and I probably do not give them as much praise as they deserve at times.

So a long story shortened, (L) has recovered really well. He asked me on the night we got home if I saw the yellow glowing light and that he had seen a fairy. I think he may have seen an angel that was there protecting him or doing what ever he had been assigned to do. It is honestly a miracle that (L) is up and about now and we are having to try stop him from climbing. Will he ever learn?