If she begins walking like a drunk, then call me back.

So the story ends like this . . . . Campbell's doctor telling me, "If she begins walking like a drunk, then call me back."  The funny thing is, Campbell isn't the most steady on her feet.  So how do I tell that she's walking like a drunk because she often . . .  walks like a drunk.  When I told her teacher this, "the doctor wants to know if she's walking like a drunk," she laughed.

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I (Robbie) picked up the girls today around mid-morning from school so I could take them to the doctor's office for their flu shots (nasal mist for Campbell).  I picked up Maggie then went to Campbell's school to get her.  Their class was outside on the playground.  They were all on the swinging bridge jumping up and down.  When Campbell spotted me, she stepped up on the bottom rail to climb over.  Her teacher told her that she needed to climb down and walk around.  Well, she slipped.  At the time, I thought she fell on her back on the metal railing.  I knelt down to help her up because I knew falling on her back would hurt.  Well, she laid there, arched across the bottom rail, not really moving.  Her mouth was open and she was stunned.  My thought was that she had the wind knocked out of her . . .  this lasted about 3 seconds or so.  I'm beginning to worry . . . her back must be really hurt and she can't catch her breath.  I carefully put my arm around her back to help her up and within a second, she went limp in my arm and eyes rolled and her eyes shut.  She rolled out of my arms onto the ground, still not moving.  This isn't good . . .  she's broken her back and moving her some how caused her to go unconscious.  Well, she laid there on the ground for what seemed like forever, but in reality wasn't more than 3 - 5 seconds.  She opened her eyes and sat up and began talking.  I'm still thinking, her back.  I look at her back and nothing seems to be broken or sticking out.  I ask her, are you okay and she said yes.  I pick her up and we walk off the playground.  Still not sure what's going on and perplexed about why she went limp and maybe unconscious. As we were walking, I'm asking her, are you okay . . . what hurts . . . where are we going.  Yes, my head, to the doctor . . . yeah, she's answering questions.  Wait . . . her head hurts?  Where Campbell?  she points to the back of her skull.  Then it clicked . . . she didn't land on her back, she fell and her her head on the bottom metal cross bar and she knocked herself out!!!!!!  

I'm happy that we're heading to the doctor's office for flu shots.  I'm also happy that she's acting normal.  Then I started thinking about my brain injury specialist course that I took and of Natasha Richardson (who died from hitting her head by falling on the bunny slope).   After calling my sister-in-law, Julie, (a doctor) and my mother-in-law (a nurse), I decided that while at the doctor for the flu shots, I'll talk with her doctor.

The above picture is of the girls in the waiting room . . .  so cute.  Anyway, we saw the doctor and he did a thorough inspection and even consulted with another doctor.  He said that she appears to be okay and that we should watch her closely over the next 24 hours.  If we notice fluid or blood in her ears or nose, or if she seems confused, or if she seems overly sleepy, or if she walks like she's drunk, then we need to give him a call back.  He also wants us to wake her up two times tonight and get her to answer simple questions.

As I write this, she appears that she's okay.  She had a good afternoon, no fluid, doesn't seem confused, not sleepy, but walks like she's drunk (this is normal).  I even just woke her up to ask her what is her teacher's name.  She passed!

Wow, what a scary emotional day.  I think being a parent is one of the most stressful and scary jobs.  As I think about today's events I get sad thinking about her laying there and thinking that something was wrong with my Princess Campbell.  I'm feeling blessed that the outcome seems to be positive.   If you don't mind, can you please do me a favor and say a quick prayer for my girls . . . not only for their good health and safety, but for the sanity of their father.