I tried to take a picture..

A couple of days ago, I decided that I was going to turn Ezekiel's closet into book shelves. The doors of his closet (big, heavy farm doors) were never hung after they did the painting here, so I figured that I wouldn't hang them either. It makes his room look bigger with the doors off of the closet. So, I pulled the doors out of his closet, and I stuck them behind his bedroom door thinking that I would get around to moving them out to the garage once Marty could help me out (they are really, really heavy).
I built this sump pump cover (about 4 feet tall and 2 feet wide) thing and I put that in Ezekiel's room...just until I could get it down stairs.
Well.....yesterday, Ezekiel had a huge tantrum, ran into his room and slammed his door. The closet doors behind his bedroom doors acted as sort of dominoes and crashed down on top of him - burying him. The second door was actually caught by my sump pump thing and it slowed down the fall a little. Ezekiel of course started screaming (I was in the livingroom - already running toward the crash). I had to push through his bedroom door to get him and then pull the doors off of him. Without thinking of possible injuries, I just grabbed him and pulled him into my arms and then took off running to the kitchen. I looked for injuries - his arm was bruised up and his little legs were turning purple but I didn't see anything terrible. Then I noticed that he was holding his head and sobbing. So I move his hands and one of the doors must have come down directly on his face. Starting above his temple, right down to below his mouth, there was a perfect edge of the door print forming. I called my mother (she was right around the corner) and asked her to get here as fast as she could. Then I called Pediatrics Associates and told them what was going on..they told me to get him into the ER. So, I called Marty at work, told him what was going on and to meet us at ST Mary's. We got to the ER and they had to do facial x-rays and what not (and I had to keep explaining how it happened, when it happened, etc). There was some concern because his eyes didn't seem to be dialated right but then he was deemed OK! The nurses and the doctor kept saying "he is a tough little boy!" and "I cannot believe that didn't fracture anything, or do any damage other than cosmetic damage". So we took him home, he got some Tylenol and we had to wake him up every 4 hours to check his eyes and his motor skills, but other than that, he is the same old little guy (Just with massive brusing down the left hand side of his head)..
I tell ya, it hurts when your baby gets hurt...but it really stings when they get hurt from your own stupidity. I tried to snap a picture of the little guy's face but they wouldn't show his bruising. I did take these pictures tonight just to prove that the spunky monkey is still spunky.