At the beginning of the year our mutual night moved to Wednesday and so Sam is able to play softball more regularly again; the kids and I go to the games if they are at 6:45 and sometimes at 7:45, but if his game is at 8:45 we do not go, too late. One Tuesday night, I took the kids to Target earlier in the evening and made it home around 8, Teddy had not napped so I put him down at 8:30, it took him a while to fall asleep but finally closed his eyes around 9; I was getting ready to put Macy down when my sister called and said that Sam Fernley (another member of the team) has called and said that a base runner had ran into Sam (my husband) and he had passed out and was showing signs of a concussion, so they were taking him by ambulance to the hospital. I could not believe it, the one night I was getting the kids down and planning on hitting the sac early. Lucky I have family here, my parents came over and my mother stayed with the kids and my father drove me up to the hospital. It was crazy walking through the hospital, there were so many people in the ER waiting…since Sam had a head injury and he was brought in my ambulance, they had him already back. He was in the trauma bay; by the time we got there, he had already had a ct scan and we were waiting for the results. He was not very coherent at this time and all he wanted to do was sleep. We just sat and waited for a little while, but then something crazy happened. A lot of doctors and other personal started coming into the room- when I picture a trauma room I think about the show ER and how they had two separate rooms where they would bring the trauma patients, well this hospital just had this trauma bay-with 5 little cubicles that could be divided by a curtain. A nurse came to my father and I and asked up to leave to bay, that a very sick patient was being brought it. So we left and waited for over an hour. When we first left we overhead them talking about how they were air flighting a person in. We stood out in the bullpen area and just watched the flow and go of the ER; it was busy busy. We were finally let back in to be with Sam; at this time he was more alert and they said the ct scan had come back okay; they just wanted to observe him for a while longer. Sam then recounted what had happened; he must have been aware enough to hear what had been going on right next to him (the next cubical, divided by just the curtain). He said the gentleman they had brought in had been hit by a semi-truck, he had had a pulse on the helicopter but had died at the hospital. It was freaking me out hear it, it would have scared me to have someone die right next to me, but he seemed fine. I could not believe that that had happened; over the next few hours he progressed and we were able to go home. The doctor said when they first brought him in, they thought he would have to stay longer with how out of it he was, but he came too. I am glad that we did not have to stay any longer. We got home by 3am…he went to bed but I was not that that tired and I knew I was not going to be getting much sleep because the baby was going to wake up in a bit to feed anyway. I did get about an hour of sleep before she was ready and then got a little bit after; my work was nice to let me come in a little late. Sheesh, is all I can say!!!
At Target the night of Sam concussion I bought Teddy some boots…I did not realize how expensive they were until we checked out but he is in love with them…he wears them constantly and has some shoes to go to the garden with Ahme now =)
SUCH A STUD MUFFIN