One minute, you're just a kid without a care in the world ... a big boy who's busy conquering the world - playing xbox, reading Harry Potter, riding your new big boy bike without training wheels, playing with toys in your play room.
The next minute you're wondering what in the world happened. And spending about five hours at the local emergency room. Good thing Grammy works there, and several of her friends are on shift to take good care of you.
You spill quite a bit of blood on the pavement and everything around you. You get a gash on your lip that requires two dissolvable stitches. You scrape, scratch and bruise your chin, your lips, your nose and your forehead. You hit so hard that your lip and nose swell up to more than twice their normal size. You get a CT scan to rule out a broken nose or any other broken bones. And you also discover you have an ongoing, chronic sinus condition (you know, from the CT scan looking for broken bones).
Our big boy was incredibly brave throughout the whole ordeal. After the initial fall, he didn't even cry. Everyone told him what an amazing job he was doing, staying calm and helping them as they took care of him. Everyone, from the doctor and the nurses and the techs, complemented his bravery and toughness.
The good news is you get an excuse to stay home from school. The bad news is you have to follow up the next day with your dentist. Because the impact pushed your two new front teeth up into your gums, and also chipped one of them. You also cut and scratched your gums, which caused even more swelling inside your mouth.
The first dental visit revealed no major damage, but after a few x-ray pictures and an examination, we were referred to a pediatric dentist better equipped to handle "trauma" patients.
But the pediatric dentist was more reassuring. A small chip we can fix at his next regularly scheduled cleaning. No fractures. Both front teeth are a little loose, and they were pushed up a little, but she felt pretty confident they would tighten back up and come back in without much alteration.
You look pretty pitiful, and everyone once again compliments you on your bravery and toughness. They will even decide you probably need another day off from school to recover. But they put you on a "soft" diet for the next 10 days while you continue to heal.
There are perks to being injured. Like "soft" diet means a lot of yogurt and icees and even milkshakes. And people bring you gifts, to entertain you while you spend time recovering at home.
And Mommy even feels sorry enough for you to take the family timer off the xbox.
And Daddy feels sorry enough for you to stop by the store and pick up more Skylander warriors for your new favorite xbox game.
And even though you still look pretty rough - scraped and bruised and swollen - you still snuggle down in bed and tell me that today was the best day ever. Because you got to stay home with Mommy on a school day (and brothers had to go). Because you had a milkshake for lunch. Because you got to play xbox half the day. Because you didn't have to go to speech therapy (Grammy and Pappy came over to help). And because everyone gave you gifts and made you feel so incredibly special.
But that's because you are.
You're my big, incredibly tough and brave boy. You took a really hard fall, barely cried, and made it through countless hours of poking and prodding and scanning without any real complaints. Because you look on the bright side, even when you probably are stiff and sore and could easily be angry and sullen. Because you smile, even when it hurts. And because you're still willing to get back on that bike and try again.
You know, in a few weeks, once the scratches and scrapes and bruises start to fade.