Monday, October 29, 2007

Re: Just got home from our first ER Trip

His leg's already doing better today, he's walking on it some but still falling so I try to stay close.  Here's a more detailed re-cap of what happened last night, if you want to read ;-)

Here's a more detailed re-cap of what happened:

We were in the bounce house at our church trunk or treat and tommy was having a blast going down the slide (with mommy's help because he couldn't climb the stairs by himself).  So I get him to the top, and climb up behind him myself and wait for the other kids to exit the slide, then I give him a little push down the slide, and he seems to be loving it, but at the bottom he takes a weird twist and I figured just scared himself with it, and starts crying a little.  so I slide down the slide after him to get him, and he gives me a hug and quits crying.  We exit the slide so the next kid can go, and I stand him up and he collapses.  Then he points to the entrance and wants to go again.  I grab my shoes and our bag and we go over to one of my friend where we try to stand up again....same thing happens.  So then I'm trying to think what to do next I get my phone, and call the chiropractor just to get a 2nd opinion before I rush him off for x-rays I'd rather he not have unless it's broken.  My friends telling me you have to take him to the ER.  We strap him in to the car seat and I try to call Rob at work, and the other chiropractor we know who use to be in the same office as my chiropractor.  And try to call rob again, then I try to call his business partner because the store number isn't working, and the other manager's cel phone.  So after getting a hold of no one we go to the ER.  My chiro calls back on the way and says since he's not putting any weight on it that we should go ahead and get the x-rays.  So does the other chiro (she called while I was on the phone with my chiro.)  So I feel a little better about getting the xrays and going to the ER.  We go to the one in Richardson because I don't like my previous experience with Plano's ER's I've had in the past.  So we get to the ER sign in and Mike Rob's business partner calls me back, I tell him the store number isn't working for me, and I can't get a hold of Rob, that I'm at the ER with Tommy and he can't walk (ok so I could have been a little clearer).  Rob calls back right as we get called to the admitting nurse, so I hand the phone to my friend and take tommy to get vitals check for admitting.  He's 26# 10 oz and they do the finger check thing (o2 stats I think)  The want to do a rectal temp, but I put my foot down very stubbornly on that one and they concede and do an under arm temp (I knew by his touch he wasn't running a fever)  And fever isn't a big deal for a sprained leg unless it's starting to get infected, in which case if he was hot I would have let them but it wasn't necessary.  So then we go to the paperwork desk and I sign all the papers, and show insurance card.  Course tommy says he has to go potty in the middle of signing the papers, so I take him to the potty and go back and finish signing the papers.   Shortly after all that Rob pulls up, and we're called back to a "room" more of a drapped bed with 2 other beds on either side.  Since Rob is there my friend just waits in the lobby for her hubby to come get her and go home.  While were waiting I call my parents to come up, and they come up and help us play pass the baby.  He also plays with grandpa's ball cap.  We play pass the baby and snack on cherries and apples (dried that I had with me) (yes I went against doctors orders and allowed him to have food and drink) and wait for the doctor.  The doctor comes (very nice lady) and checks out Tommy, we can't tell what part of the leg is hurt, so they do x-rays of the whole leg.  The whole time we're waiting tommy keeps telling us "Bye bye" "all done" (he's ready to go home).  Oh and while the doc is checking him out he plays with her stethoscope and and tries to listen to his pee pee.  When the x-ray lady comes Rob goes back with tommy, I can't go in the x-ray room because I'm pregnant. (understandable).  Rob said he didn't like the x-rays and they did 3 of them.  We wait for another ~hour while the xrays transfer from the xray room to the doctors station (slow connection all electronic), and then she comes to tell us nothing is broken, and we should just carry him a lot and do tylonal and motrin if he needs it.  He is already putting more wait on it and she's happy with everything, so we leave, without waiting for the discharge instructions etc.  We end up leaving about 7:30 after getting there at 5 which wasn't bad for an ER visit.   We get home and Tommy eats 6 hot dogs (Did I mention he hadn't had dinner yet), and then he goes to bed. 

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Mother of a "Special" Child

When I was young, I'd often say,
I'd like to be a mom someday
While playing with my baby doll,
I thought that job's not hard at all

I'd have a baby, maybe two,
a girl in pink...a boy in blue
Well I grew up and sure enough,
I'm now a mom and gosh it's tough

The baby that was sent to me,
was born with disabilities
At first I'm frightened through and through,
there's much to learn to care for you

This wasn't in my plans at all,
when I was young and played with dolls
Your mind and body were so weak,
you might not ever walk or speak

So much special care required,
I'm often scared and often tired
As months and years go slowly by,
I smile a lot but sometimes cry

To watch you grow and not complain,
though you endure your share of pain
Oh, how I'd hold you and I'd pray,
that you'd be healed and whole someday

But I knew that was not to be,
not physically or mentally
And so I taught you best I could,
your progress wasn't very good

But then one day I realized,
as I gazed into your loving eyes
That I had learned so much from you,
determination...courage too

A love so unconditional,
it floods my soul and always will
I'm proud to say I gave you birth,
for you're an angel here on earth.

God Choose a mother for a "Special" child

Most women becaome mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressure and a couple by habit.

This year nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.

"Armstrong, Beth; son. Patron saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."

"Forrest, Marjotie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia."

"Rutledge, Carrie; twins. Patron saint, Matthew."

Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," smiles God, "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But she has patience?" asked the angel.

"I don't want her to have to much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it."

"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make her live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect - she has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps - "selfishness? is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word'. She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle, and will know it!"

"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice....and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side".

And what about her Patron saint? asked the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.

God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."