Paging DR. Daddy

Oh why oh why couldn't Michael be a doctor, aside from the face that blood makes him woozy? Last night I was doing great, had the house clean, pork steaks grilled, potatoes mashed, even made bread on the grill so I wouldn't have to turn on the oven. This is Aidan's favorite meal, I just felt like making it for him because I was going to be away for the night playing BUNCO. I am in the kitchen cutting his pork steak into tiny bits, just the way he likes it when I hear a thump and a terrible scream. Aidan ran into the door knob while he and his brother were spinning in the living room. Yes, we have told them not to spin-especially with eyes closed, but they are not very good listeners. So I grab some ice and soothe him and dad arrives maybe 4 minutes later, and we try to eat. Aidan won't eat, he looks dazed at this point, won't talk but to say he wants to lay down. Alarm bells go off and we decide to take him to get checked out. We just pray and pray for Aidan. We struggle to keep him awake until he is seen. We get right in and are put into one of the rooms right in front of the Drs, which I know is not a good thing. So I take Brady out, and the nurse comes in and can't wake Aidan up, she looks in his eyes and does little tests and he appears fine but won't wake up. So she goes out and Michael overhears her tell the Dr. she needs to see him now. Brady and I are outside on the steps, just chatting and praying for brother. Aidan just wakes up and has to pee, and continues to be wide awake. The Dr. comes in and is like, I must have the wrong room because she had 2 people tell her the urgency of the situation in room 5. She orders a Cat scan, and I am nervous because Aidan had had many xrays before because of gerd and stomach and chest problems. So we as a family stand over him and pray for protection from the radiation and for it to come back normal. Results come back, he is fine. I hate and love experiences such as these.