Today, just as we were packing our bags for our trip to Galway, Hugh pitched off the side of the bed straight on to his darling little head. To my eye, and I watched the whole thing in slow-motion, he seemed to hit the ground full on the top of his head. There was a moment of silence and then a chugging, sucking clearing of the mouth and then howling and tears. And incredibly worried and panicked parents.
It’s very hard to know what to do. I picked Hugh up and Dot took him and held him and gave him a breast to comfort him. We rang the after-hours doctor service, because like the last emergency, this happened on a Sunday. They told us to take him to A&E and to watch for swelling, dilated pupils and vomitting. Unfortunately, Hugh tends to vomit lots anyway, and the breastful of milk had made him sleepy so we couldn’t check his eyes. But his head was the same sweet size. I chucked everything in the car and we drove to Tallaght hospital. Alice clapped her hands and Hugh startled to that so we knew he was conscious.
At the hospital, Hugh woke up and started looking around at his surroundings. That’s the good news. I’m not very certain about subsequent developments, because I had to leave Dot and Hugh and the car in Tallaght and take the train to Galway (it’s a small matter). Dot later called me on the train to say they are keeping Hugh in over night for observation, but they assured her this is routine for head injuries for children under 1. I am thankful that Hugh was looking more like his usual self when I left him.
I’m hoping Dot updates this when she has more news.