Update – A Rough Fall

No word yet from the doctor about the lab results which, frankly, is probably a good thing. About a week from now we’ll go back for an office visit and get the official word. If they haven’t called yet for additional testing they probably won’t. It’s still possible I might get a call but most likely there are no bleeding issues and the appointment will be straight forward. It’s definitely a relief not to have heard back with bad news even if there’s a small chance the call might still come.

The wound is healing. The kaleidoscope of colors has faded for the most part. Now he has a golf ball sized lump. While it looks bad, it’s almost reduced to the point you might expect it to happen from a random bump on the head. I’m looking forward to it going away entirely. With every bump and scrape, you get a funny look now and again from strangers. This particular injury has resulted in way too many uncomfortable encounters for my tastes.

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Crazy Week – A Rough Fall

Crazy Week – A Rough Fall

Not sure how many people know this. I certainly had no idea before this past week. Noonan’s Syndrome carries a decently high probability of having a bleeding disorder of some kind or another. Having a bleeding disorder can mean a lot of different things. Sometimes the bleeding is slow to stop. Sometimes the wound re-opens easily for multiple different reasons. I didn’t know any of this until our son took a spill face first onto the hardwood floor from standing height. He falls a lot but this one was different. A blood vessel in his head burst on contact.

Instantly he had a golf ball sized lump on his head. I wasn’t sure how serious that was so I was dialing the pediatrician when it gradually doubled in size before my eyes. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so comfortable waiting on hold. I called our emergency number and waited for the medics to arrive. When they came in the lump was about 90% of the size it would eventually become. They advised I┬átake him in as a precaution so we grabbed my purse, both of our shoes, and loaded him into the ambulance.

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