Goose Egg :(

I can hardly even write this I feel so crazy, but having a father who died from a freak head injury does not make for a very peaceful mama. Obsessively paranoid about all things brain would be a more accurate description.

My boy is WIDE OPEN these days, and tonight that included a full fledged dive into the sharp corner of a wall. My heart stopped. Hardin was silent for the longest two seconds ever, wrapped his little arms around my neck and then screamed like I have never heard him scream. It only lasted about 15 seconds, and then he shook it off and was back to playing.  I on the other hand am still tearing up.

He wouldn't let me hold ice on it at all. We let him stay up until 8 so we could watch him. He's acting just fine, but has quite the large goose egg on his sweet little head. Man just typing that has my eyes full of tears.
I am so scared of brain swelling I will surely be sneaking in his room all throughout the night. I am sure Jason thinks I am crazy. And scary. And sad. He'd be right in thinking all of that.

I see no point in hiding my craziness, Hardin will certainly know I am nuts so he might as well know why!
Note to self: call mother-in-law and tell her how beautiful, calm, put together, lovely and wrinkle free she is after raising two McWhorter boys.

Morning Update:  He was totally fine this morning except for the Frankenstein bruise down the side of his head.  You can still see the line from the wall.  I also realize how dramatic this post sounds, but I might as well keep it out there.  There is really no way for me to adequately describe how sick the slightest little head bump makes me, much less a big one like this!