Dangerous Things and Aunt Amy

Now please note: the two things listed in the title, have very little to do with each other, except when it has to do with my children. Read On—- Last weekend, while Christopher was out of town, my sister Amy saved my sanity. Not because the ratio of children to adult was exhausting, but because of the adventurous nature of children–especially Tucker.
Now before you read on, please watch this:
Yep. 5 Dangerous Things That You Should Let Your Children Do.
A few months ago Toph showed me this video, I found it interesting and pulled a few things from it…And I would like to think that, Tucker is going to be more confident, aware child because he is so adventurous, and I allow him (with in limits) to do this. So with that said, I want to write down what happened this last weekend, the fear I felt, and then the relief that I felt knowing that my child was going to be okay.
Friday after night, after helping some neighbors, Tucker proceeded home and immediately went to the trees. This is where he likes to be lately. I love the quote from the presentation, “Kids are always going to figure out how to do the most dangerous things they can, with whatever they are given.” That sums my Tucker up perfectly.
While in the tree he somehow lost his balance sending him falling out, head first, and therefore landing on his head. On the Cement Curbing. I heard a loud noise. I was an arms length away, trimming the tree and was there within seconds.
Having heard the noise. I was afraid it was his neck. Seeing him fall down on his head, it scared me. The wind was knocked out of him, and he couldn’ t move for a few seconds. Again, panic shot through my body. But after a few seconds, he caught his breath and the screaming and tears came out freely.
Luckily our neighbor is engaged to an EMT (or else we would have been to the ER for the second time in a little under a week), he came over looked him over, and since there was no blood coming out of the ears, eyes, nose and his eyes were dilating properly, he told me to wake him up every few hours that night, and watch for signs of concussion. If the symptoms were to occur, what was I going to do with Truman while I rushed to the ER in the middle of the night? I could take him with me….
Christopher was in Connecticut, my parents were in Hawaii, then I knew what to do. I knew Amy, my sister, would come down and help me. She has helped us in 3 other previous ER visits. Which she did this time too.
Amy rushed down to our house, and by that time the ice pack on the back of Tuckers head had releaved the swelling goose egg (That literally was the size of a goose egg!) to a much smaller egg, and he was very drowsy (normal again with a head trauma).
He went to sleep, and Amy helped me to wake him up every few hours through the night, and as you can now see, she helped save my sanity. Thanks again Amy, you’re the best, and I’m so blessed to be your sister.
And Tucker? Even though it’s been a week, he still has a little bump on his head, other than that, shows no signs of the ‘trauma’.
And as said in the video, I am hoping that this experience will have taught him more about the world around him. Gravity maybe?