During our trip to the train museum, Big E fell off a train caboose. Not a toy one. A real, life size, red caboose that is parked outside the train museum. The only thing that broke his fall was his big noggin.
It sounded like a watermelon hitting the concrete, except it was his head. I will never forget the sound for as long as I live. I had nightmares last night that I was at some bad Gallagher show from the 1970s.
He was just out of my reach and I lunged for him, but it was too late.
I ran him into the train museum to see if anyone had a bag of ice. No luck there, but a gentleman inside informed me I should take him to the hospital ASAP because he had heard the impact of the fall inside of the building. Thanks, guy!
I had an Incredible Hulk moment, lifted Big E into my arms and ran his crying self across a parking lot, under a tunnel and into the restaurant next door to get some ice. Talk about an adrenaline rush.
He calmed down as I iced the big plum that was protruding from his forehead. With the help of my friend, we got the kids loaded up in the van and headed back into town.
I had Mr. Yoy meet me at home and we took Big E to Children's Healthcare.
He checked out fine, thank goodness, and managed to charm the pants off all of the nurses.
Anyway, I'm sure this won't be our last visit to the emergency room, I'm just hoping Big E can rebuild his streak.