My first night at a hospital

Last time I spent a night in a hospital was when I was born moren than 34 years ago. I was never looking forward to the next one.

But this weekend our son Levin hit the ground with his head really hard while playing. He cried badly, and the spot on his head that hit got swollen. We immediately went to the hospital with him. As we suspected, the doctors diagnosed a concussion, and wanted to keep him vor supervision for 24 hours. During the night he cried a couple of times, but because the nose was filled in. They woke him every hour to flash into his eyes with a torch. The next day he plays again as if nothing had happened.

So, my first night in hospital was not as bad …

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