Entries from March 2, 2008 - March 8, 2008
…or lack there of. I took BamBam for his abdominal ultrasound early this morning. It was such a strange thing to have him on the table, seeing the insides of his little belly on the screen. Just 3 years ago, he was growing inside me and we were looking at those same little organs. At one point, he looked up at me and asked to hold my hand. It flashed me back to being in the exact same position, reaching for my husband’s hand. Scared because they were trying to figure out why I was suddenly bleeding and having contractions. What a trip. I didn’t have any expectations of learning anything from the ultrasound tech. I know how it works. They’re not allowed to say anything. You wait until the doctor receives the results and they get back to you. Today, not so true.
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OK, not quite up to 101 yet, but we’re adding to the list daily.
*Wait until fever gets to 103 to bring out in the freezing cold
*Poke around inside infected ear
*Force to take “yummy” medicine 2x/day for 10 days
*IV in ER, 5 tries until one “sticks”
*Flu swab up nose
*Strep swab in back of throat
*Sit very still for chest x-rays, twice
*More needles for more blood work, poke around until you hit the vein
*Put sticker around penis and pull off in order to collect urine sample
*TB test, another needle with stingy substance put into arm
Something to look forward to tomorrow:
Withhold food or drink in morning for ultrasound of abdomen
The good news = no fever yesterday or today
The bad news = they’ve consulted an Infectious Disease Specialist (OK, that’s not exactly bad, but it sounds a bit scary)
They lost me at abdominal ultrasound. The rest sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher saying @#$ @#$ @#$. Something got mentioned about the possibility of more tests down at Boston Children’s Hospital. Doctors should really offer a tape recording of their conversations with parents…it’s so difficult to absorb everything while trying to console a crying 2 year old.
I could really use that SuperMommy sidekick about now…or maybe a clone of me so that one of us could get some sleep and a little work done.
Heather, can we add cloning machine to our list for the Shining City Upon a Hill? If we can have a portal to Aruba, I think that can be done too, right?
Sorry, if you're looking for an actual HOW TO, not gonna find it here...yet. If you give me to the end of the day though, I'm sure to be an expert.
They want me to take him to go pee in a cup. He's 2 1/2. Still in diapers. Lucky if I can get him to pee in the potty once a day. He certainly does not know how to pee on command...into a little itty bitty cup. If they can't get a sterile sample the "easy" way, they are going to insert a catheter. Ouch baby, very ouch.
Also, they want to do more blood work...damn vampires. There goes my promise of no ow ows. That didn't last for long. Bad Mommy.
A little secret? I'm not strong enough for this today. I have a fever, chills and ache from head to toe. I seemed to have misplaced my Super Mom cape...anyone seen it? Check over there, behind the couch cushion...that's where Princess keeps shoving her dirty snot rags.
If I can't find my cape, maybe we'll find that portal to Aruba while we're at the hospital...THAT way, Mommy.
THE Mommy
Peeing in a cup didn't actually happen. BamBam tried. A for effort. Luckily, they offered a back up plan before sticking in a catheter. They gave us what they called a "pediatric urine bag" to try out at home. It was a sterile bag that with a hole and tape in the appropriate areas. I was able to stick it on him and put a pull up on him. He sat down this morning to eat breakfast and yelled out Mommy, pee pee bag! when he had gone. I was a bit skeptical, but he did indeed fill the pee pee bag. I was able to safely rip it off him and dump the contents into a sterile cup. No spillage, not too much damage to sensitive areas.
Two thoughts about the pediatric urine bag. 1) If he had pooped, that would have been soooo very gross. and 2) I wonder if they make these in adult sizes...this would be cool for long road trips...although the rippage factor on an adult...oh, I won't go there.
The blood work yesterday was a bit more than I bargained for. I convinced him that it would just be a little ow ow before entering the hospital. Although it wasn't as bad as the 4 failed IV attempts, I'm still a big fat liar. The blood culture tests required them to take a sample from two separate areas. They took a total of 3 vials from each of his little arms. At least they were equipped with SpongeBob bandaids.
He was asleep before we left the parking lot of the hospital. I'll update again later when we get results.
Your neighbor feels the need to use a blowtorch to assist getting into his mailbox.
I kid you not.
The snow banks go up a foot or two ABOVE the mailboxes. I saw my neighbor with a blowtorch trying to melt the snow and ice around the opening. Yeah, I know, I wish I had my camera with me so that I could capture the moment for you. I was picking up Princess from kindergarten with a screaming BamBam. At least it made me laugh.
Pretty certain they don’t have this problem in Aruba?
Anyone have a job lead for a VP of Restaurant Construction? Only warm climates will be considered.
