What’s worse than your child having a head injury? How about having your child have a head injury in a small town in a foreign country on a Saturday afternoon?
Is there a hospital nearby? Not in this town. Next town over? The next? Are they open? Where is it even?
Ciárán got hurt. He was sitting in a spot that was precarious, then Déla came along and tipped him over. He fell on his back with his head hitting some gravel. We didn’t see it happen. August just ran into the house saying “Ciárán fell. His head is bleeding.”
It was small, thankfully, less than the size of a dime, and while it was bleeding, it wasn’t profusely. It was, however, persistent. That’s the nature of head wounds. They bleed. A lot.
And he didn’t lose consciousness.
We applied pressure, washed it, found something we could used as an ice pack, and hoped and prayed for the best. The bleeding stopped, and Ciárán’s spirits were bolstered. We went about the rest of our evening, though a bit modified.
Tonight we put on a large adhesive bandage on the back of his head, and put him to bed. Things seem to be alright, but we’ll see in the morning.