Ok. Here we go...Last night, we invited a couple of girls over to have dinner and family movie night with us. We ate dinner and then Mike and I went to our room to change into our PJ's before putting the kids down for bed and starting our movie with our girls. Just then, we heard a blood curling scream coming from the living room. The kind of scream that means that someone is really hurt. Not kinda hurt, really hurt. The scream happened to belong to my son.
We came out of the room running at full speed. He was hysterical. We took him to our room and tried to calm him down. It didn't work.
After about 10 minutes of screaming in pain telling us that his arm hurt, we made the decision to head in town the Express Care Clinic that I went to when I broke my hand back in Sept. With a screaming baby in my arms in the back seat and Mike at the wheel, we headed out to town. My baby was wrapped in a his train blanket and snuggled against me as I held him tight, praying the whole ride in for a miracle and for favor. We reached the clinic and after several minutes and a computer problem later, we were escorted to a room. We did X-Rays and my son was so brave. He was clearly in pain but was so tough. I was overcome with pride. The X Rays came back with no explanation of his pain.
So, the doctor decided to splint it to provide some relief, when he did, Carson started crying so hard that he decided to send us to the Hospital to get a better X Ray and the assistance of a radiologist. The doctor sent us out with a splint and no charge visit... Favor!
On to the ER we went. When we pulled up, I asked for favor again. I didn't want to be in the ER with a baby into the wee hours of the morning. Mike pulled up to the drive through and we walked in as he parked the car. When he walked in the front door, the guy who was the receptionist said, "Well hey Mike." It was a man who used to work with Mike on an ambulance in the Village. He walked up to Carson and asked if he was Mikes. He had Mike fill out a paper then I watched as he took Carson's file and placed in the front of the stack of files waiting to be seen... Favor!
After just a few minutes of waiting, we were called back to Triage where the man asked Carson what year he was born in... Yes... you read that correctly. After a few more questions like that, we were done and ready to be sent back out the waiting room. Instead, the receptionist came in the Triage room and took us directly back to a room.
Mike and Carson didn't even get seated on the bed when the Physicians Assistance walked into the room. "Well hey Mike". The PA was Mikes old supervisor when he worked on the ambulance... Favor! Within 2 minutes of being taken to a room, he had ordered our X Rays from the clinic and ordered 3 more. A nurse walked in with some Motrin for Carson (Finally). After 30 seconds of talking with her, we realize that she was the sister of a very good friend and Junior Director of our summer camp. We chatted like we were old friends.
Then came the waiting. Carson was sitting with Mike and the 2 of them began searching for cartoons for my baby to watch. The X Ray people came in and the water works began. He was screaming. They contorted him in so many ways... it was tragic. After about an hour, the Motrin kicked in and things were looking up.
Once again, the results came in, no broken bones. Still, very hard to believe with the amount of pain that our son was in. We loaded up and came home. He slept with me and Mike slept in the guest room. Everyone was doing ok until about 3:20, then he woke up very fussy. I gave him Motrin and when I went to move him, I realized that his Pull Up had leaked. All over the bed. All over him. So, I had to change him. Which, according to his crying was extremely painful. I put down a towel and laid him on top of it, changed his pull up and his shirt and then sang to him until 4:30. We went back to sleep.
My alarm went off at 6:20. I got up, showered, dressed, make up on and woke up the kids by 7:15. Both kids had a dentist appointment at 8:30 in town. When Carson woke up, he was in great spirits. No pain, nothing... just great. Back to his normal self. Still in his splint but very good spirits. So, I made the choice to keep the dentist appointment. This was his first trip to the dentist.
He was amazing! Even with a hurt arm!
They played movies above the examination tables and because we don't watch TV on the weekdays anymore, the kids loved it! I thought I might never get them to leave!
We did leave! It cost an arm and a leg because we are self pay and have a job and are functioning members of society. If were unemployed and lazy and let the government take care of us, it would have been free... this is what the lady behind the desk said to me! Not quite sure if this was supposed to bring me comfort or make me mad...I choose to focus on the good news...
No cavities.
Well, I didn't give the kids anything to eat before we left because I told them we would go through Chick Fil A on our way home. I know better than the put Carson in the car on an empty stomach. I paid for that decision. We drove through Chick Fil A but it was too late. On the way home, we threw up. So I pulled over and did what I could to clean him up. This was done in the sleet and snow because the weather turned bad while we were in the dentist office. It just kept getting worse. So, I was in the Burger King parking lot in the snow and sleet with a few Wet Ones, throw up all over my child with the splint on his arm... Are you freaking kidding me?
I got that situation as under control as I could. Drove Campbell straight to school, got her signed in and to her classroom. Then, got Carson home. I needed to give him a shower because of the throw up. So, I had to take off his splint. He literally screamed the entire shower. Good times.
Got him out, dried off, splint back on, in warm PJ's and tucked snuggly in the guest room with Toy Story 3. Just then, Mike walked in to drop off something at the house. My phone rang... it was the school, school was being called off because of the weather.
Ok. Great. So, I jumped in my car and went back to the school and picked up Campbell, my niece and nephew. Everyone came back to my house and had lunch and played for 2 hours. Carson was grateful for the company. He was clean and had his splint on so he was doing good. He then fell. He started screaming like it just happened.
After getting him calmed, I called his Pediatrician, who happens to be the smarted man I've ever met when it comes to the health of my children. He got the X Rays and told me that he would look at them and give me call back with his assessment of the situation. Obviously, my son was in pain. Something is wrong, we just didn't know what.
About 5, we got a call from our doctor who told us that he believed Carson had fractured his elbow. He went into detail as to why he thinks that and said that he wanted us to see an Ortho Doctor to get a better assessment. Finally, a direction!
I fed my sister, brother in law, niece and nephew, my husband, 2 kids and 3 girls from the college dinner. Cleaned it up, put CC in a shower. Got Carson in his PJ's. Teeth brushed, meds taken, read CC Snow White, said night time prayers and am now sitting in my chair watching the family movie with our 2 college girls that we were supposed to have watched...24 hours ago!
It's amazing what can happen in a 24 hour period. Here's to being a mom and taking 24 hours at a time...
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