A Visit to the ER

Ian gave us quite a scare last night when he came out of his bedroom about 11 p.m. sobbing. At first, we thought he might have had a nightmare or something like that. Coherent words were not forthcoming and he was very fussy and clingy, especially with Audrey.

Finally, he calmed down enough to begin to communicate (sort of) and we figured out that he wasn’t frightened, but “my tummy hurts.” Still, he wasn’t really making his “pain” cry, more of a “I’m uncomfortable” thing. Hmm, a whole different part of the parent brain spins up. He has already tended to have a high pain threshold…

Maybe he just needs to, uh, make some noise. Yeah. Not the appendix, I really hope it’s not his appendix. (Stupid vestigial cecum, anyway. ‘Intelligent Design,’ my ass.) So I palpated his upper abdomen. Much wailing and gnashing of teeth. “Stop, Daddy Stop!” Ugh. Just what I want him to remember when he doesn’t feel good. Let’s go lower.

Not much of a response. That’s better. Sort of…

“Seepwityou?” was the request to Mommy and Audrey welcomed the chance to comfort him. Things were quiet for a bit, until about 1:30 – 2 a.m.

If the first go-round went to 5, this one went to 7 or 8. And he wouldn’t be consoled. He didn’t seem to be farting, either. We applied alternating parental comforting for 20 minutes or so. Audrey touched his abdomen and the decibel level went to 11. She immediately got up and gathered his street clothes and I already knew we were going to take a ride to the ER.

To make a long sleepless story shorter; they took some blood for a CBC, a couple of abdominal films and put an IV in his left arm in case things were going to get interesting. I really didn’t want interesting.

I had to go out in the hall mid-way through putting the IV in. I couldn’t watch (or listen) and when my vision suddenly tunneled, I knew needed to get out of there. Audrey was a real trooper though… Yea, Audrey!

It was pretty interesting how see how they did the whole ‘children’s IV’ procedure. They put Ian in this velcro secured ‘mummy suit’ with only his head and left arm out. He didn’t like it one bit, but I could really see how it would help getting a needle in a very upset child. Those nurses are pretty amazing (Hal nods in Alwin’s direction).

The upshot was ‘stomach flu,’ which may well be ER code for ‘nervous parents.’ Oh, and three very tired people. Two big and one not so much. We got home about 9 a.m.

Oh well. Appendicitis was ruled out. And that’s a good thing.

He still hasn’t farted. What’s up with that? 🙂

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5 thoughts on “A Visit to the ER”

  1. It was at about this age that we had very similar night with Rhi, though she started throwing up and actually became dehydrated to the point that they had to re-hydrate her in the ER via IV. Definitely makes for an interesting night…

  2. Thanks, Hal. We understand nervous parents – we can be them, too.

    Next time I’m in the area, let me bore you with the story of how I scared the shit out of my parents with a similiar complaint.

    If I had one secret to share about sick kids, it’s this: They look *sick*. They are flacid, don’t interact or interact inappropriately, and don’t give a rip whether you stick a needle or a railroad spike into their arm. When you see this happen, don’t put out the clock or wind the cat – just jet to the ED. We’ll be waiting.

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