Thursday, 28 May 2009

• Our Visit To the ER

   by Mama Bee
  

  

  “I don’t want to be sick” the dark circles around his eyes tell the tale of how ill he really is.

  “I know, son. Mommy doesn't want you to be sick either” I say. My heart hurts and I want nothing more than to be his hero and take away his pain.

  He’d been throwing up for 17 hours straight and an afternoon visit to the doctor seemed unsuccessful. They said he had strep, they said the vomiting should stop after 20 minutes with the suppository in, they said he should be feeling better within 24 hours. A penicillin shot in his thigh was proving otherwise since he’d been crying that his leg hurt since he got it. I’d been carrying both him and his sister all day and I was tired and fatigued. Guess that’s what mothers do, though.
  

  I called the doctor again after almost 4 hours with the suppository in and the vomit still flowing freely.  They said I should take him in if he continues to throw up and we saw no signs of it stopping. I look to my husband for answers. He tells me to take him to the Emergency Room. We go back and forth on who should go and who should stay with the 2 kids that were already in bed sound asleep.

  We decided that since I didn’t have a test to pass the next morning and he did, I would go since it was almost guaranteed we would be there for a while.

  I kissed my husband, grabbed my son, his blankie and the mixing bowl he had made friends with all day long and we got in the car.

  He couldn’t walk and had just finished another round of fill-the-bowl-with-bile so I carried him into the hospital with his head heavy on my shoulder and arms wrapped tightly around my neck.

  They got him back quickly, which we were thankful for. The doc who came in was smokin’ hot. He smiled at me and made great eye contact. He does this with everyone I say to myself. He is great with my son and introduces himself to me as he shakes my hand. He tells me they are going to start an IV and run some tests to see whats going on with my baby. As he is leaving he tells me if I need anything, to press the nurses button and he will be right in. “You tell your beautiful mommy if you need anything to let me know, okay little man?”  I smile, I’m flattered. I cant help but wonder if he saw my beautiful WEDDING RING.

  They start Goobs IV and take some blood. He doesn’t cry. He is a big boy and hides his face in my arm when the needle comes. We call Daddy and talk to him to keep our minds off of what's going on.

  I smile when my husband tells my son that he is so proud of how brave he is and my son giggles and says thanks. My husband tells him about how excited we are that hes going to be in 1^st grade already and takes the opportunity to tell him how much he loves him. My son doesn’t even notice that they are pulling blood or poking him time again.

  

  With 80 degree weather, I wasn’t expecting to sit in a cold hospital room all night in my capris so I ask for a blanket for both my son and myself once they got the IV in.

  When the Dr comes in he tells me that my son is very dehydrated and this is being caused by his strep throat. I can do nothing but run my fingers through my sons messy bed-head and sigh.

  The doctor makes a comment to my son about what a great mom he has and I blush. “My husband says the same thing” I say, flattered, but still happily married. “Ouch.” He says and leaves the room. There is no better than my husband, ER doctor or not.

   

  My son asks me to cuddle with him and turns towards me as I lay down. His arm drapes across my belly, “You're the best mommy in the world” he says as he closes his eyes. “You're the best son, baby boy.”

  The nurse comes in and asks if he has to go to the bathroom yet. They ask him to pee in a cup. Whatever made them think a 5 year old that gets more pee around the toilet then in it (causing me to have to clean the bathrooms at least every couple of days) boggles my mind.

  After a few hours of IV fluids and going potty, my son was ready to be released. We were so tired we could hardly see straight.

  With my son tightly wrapped in my arms and our discharge papers, we're ready to go. As we're walking out he quietly says:

  “Can we go home now? I want to sleep in my bed, in my house.”

  “Yes, baby. We’re going to go home now.”

  He's gotten heavy and my arms hurt. He adjusts himself to make him more comfortable and I struggle to hold him. He rests his head on my shoulder, placing his beautiful face into my neck.

  “I love you, mommy.”

  “I love you, too, baby.” I say back. Thanking God for every moment I have with my son, even in a tough time like that.

  
  

  What are some ways your mothers/fathers get through seeing your baby so sick? What are some ways you comfort them?

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