Falling out of a van!

So, I haven't written in awhile, but I haven't had much to say. Somehow my life seems to be hectic and boring all at the same time. Last night although was crazy! Todd was outside doing some work on vehicles and Brighton desperately wanted to go and see him. He kept sitting at the door saying "Da da!" After about five minutes I decided he was not going to be content with me, so out we went. First I sat him in the driveway to watch Todd, but he kept eating the rocks, and I was a bit afraid he would choke on one. So I decided to sat him on the front van seat so he could watch. Well all was fine and dandy for awhile. I just stood beside him, and he got to watch his Dad in action. Well after a few minutes the phone rang. Stupid me walked away from Brighton for 2 seconds and out the van he went. The problem is that Brighton likes to go head first. Even on the sofa, he knows that he should go feet first (and he knows how to), but he prefers to go "commando" style, with he arms streched to brace himself for the impact with the floor. Well that works fine when you can brace yourself against the floor and the sofa, but 3 feet up off the ground doesn't work so well. He cam crashing out of the van, hit the running board, and landed in the gravel. Then he just laid there. I swore and hung up the phone, picked him up, and then he screamed. We took him to the hospital right away. He bonks himself a lot, but he never looses consciousness, and that scared me. The took some X-Rays and checked him all out to see if there was anything serious. I think the X-ray's scared him more than anything, since they had to hold him down to get a picture (he is a very wiggly little boy) I felt so bad for him. As the nurse and Todd held him down he could see me through the window and kept crying "Ma ma" and wanting me to rescue him. Of course I wasn't allowed in there since I am pregnant. Then after a bit more poking and prodding the doctor told us he had a mild concussion and a few bumps and bruises, but he should be ok. We took him home and put him to bed (the doc said it was ok). After 2 hours we had to wake him up, and everything seemed ok then, but he was still a bit sore. This morning he looks like he has been in a fight, but other than that he is back to his bad little self :) I'm sure this is the mildest of all the hospital trips we will be having over the next few years. Oh the joy of having a boy!