Poor kid. He took a huge tumble in the McDonald's Play Place this afternoon. Cried a bunch, but calmed down, ate some fries and kept playing. We got home and he took a nap.
Fast forward, he wakes up super early from his nap, won't stop crying and refuses to be put down.
Of course, I think of the fall earlier and call the phone nurse. To be safe, she has us come in. Fortunately we live close and even though the weather is getting bad with the incoming storm, we could make it to an appointment in a half hour.
The doctor says he's probably just got a terrible headache and gives me the list of symptoms not to ignore and to head to the ER for- vomiting being one of them- and not a minute later he throws up on the floor.
So we rush over to the ER.
Thank goodness Daddy had left work early because of the snow and could meet us there to pick up the girls.
AND thank goodness SlimJim must have just had a stomach bug, because not long after we arrived and were seen and decided to stick with observation for an hour he was emptying the automatic paper towel dispenser, running in the halls and was back to himself. Phew!!
