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8/14/03---10:49 PM
I found Henry screaming in the backyard with his head against a brick. We still don't know for sure but he must of fallen backwards from the porch. Fuck Rene for taking that railing off. Fuck me for not paying attention and being so stupid about children. S. and I rushed him to the hospital. Trying to keep him awake, all those tv dramas about not letting them fall asleep of they will never wake. Highland hospital is a zoo of human misery. People bewildered, dying in the hallway by themselves. We were so scared. I remember my irritation about parent's over protectedness. Fend for themselves I say. But when it is one of your own it is much worse then if it happened to your head. He is ok, has to be woken every two hours for concussion checking. He was himself by the time we saw the young tattooed doctor. Our panic subsiding we notice the young doctor is cute. Now it is all over, but I think how fragile they are and how much responsibility we have and how much I care about them despite myself.
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