Ned was very quite so I took the opportunity to enjoy the views since I figured I would never be in one again. I would have snapped a phone pic but I think the pilots would have thought I was a callous mom.
When we got into the ER at MGH (after coming in off the helipad) we were immediately surrounded by a billion people. Ned gets quiet when he's around lots of new people so he was actually calm (or was that the fentanyl they gave him in the ambulance?). It was exactly like Boston Med with someone making sure a doctor was leading the examination. In fact, Amanda Grabowski was right outside our room but not on our case. She was just as pretty and vivacious in person.
We are viewing a very long and grumpy recovery. How do you feed a kid who lies prone? Who can't ride in a car seat? Discipline him (can you?)? Brush his teeth? Bath him? This is the age of fierce independence and I am concerned about creating a dependence. And even before this injury it was "Mommy do it!" for everything. I'll be posting on these challenges in the future.
Finally, let me say that I am thankful that we moved to Boston. Both my sisters live far from family and friends and if they had to deal with this for their children I'm not sure they'd have the same support network available to us.