Wow, it's my 50th post. That's quite an achievement for me. I must say I have loved every minute of it from number one to now. And just an update for all of you who read, "Parents Beware" in the early days, I have an update on the play kitchen. A four letter word, I'm barely able to type without feeling such immense joy...here it is...SOLD. Anyway, back to the post at hand. Blogging is such a cathartic experience for me. So I dedicate my 50th post to the grace that surrounds me and nourishes me, and of course, to coffee.
Coffee. I do love you. Caffeine, I wouldn't be here without you. I always love Saturdays because I treat myself to a Caribou. Oh the five dollar coffee is so worth it.
So this April, I have now made two trips to Children's Emergency Room. One for each precious child. For my daughter a dramatic fall onto a chair arm, while jumping on the furniture. I quickly scanned her for broken bones, none, but I was not prepared for the blood. She did have a slight injury, but no stitches required; but scary none the less. And did she learn her lesson about jumping on the furniture you ask? Nope. So naturally, the following sequence always follows, "Audrey, what happened last time you jumped on the furniture?" Blah, blah, blabbetty, blah, blah. She remembers alright, but it does not deter her, and I have turned into my mother.
Last night I took the boy into the E.R. for croup. It really snuck up on him and fast! He woke up with a slight fever but no other symptoms, by 2:00 a slight cough, and by 6:00 I knew he had croup. As rigid as Gabe is I knew it was going to be a long night, he hates having a stuffy nose, he freaks when he sees snot. I know great visual. Anyway about 10:00, the heavy breathing and screaming had kicked in and I knew the steamy shower was not going to get us through until morning when we could visit the ped. So the great thing about living in St. Paul is that we are only 5 minutes from Children's. It was packed! There had to be at least 5 broken hands/wrists, and a myriad of sickly looking babes laying in their mommy's arms. The wait was an estimated 2 hours. The intake nurse took a listen and checked Gabe's oxygen level, and put us on the critical list! What, OMG. I'm glad I listened to my instinct. We saw a doc within 10 minutes. The doc heard Gabe coughing and said, yup, he has croup. The doc, the nurse and I then made a game plan. We were going to have to give Gabe a nebulizer treatment, which means a mask over the nose and mouth. I told them they were going to have to bring in the big gun, that’s right, Thomas the Train. So the video cart was wheeled in, popsicles waiting, and sticker rolls a-plenty. Still, it took the nurse and me to administer the neb, as he screamed the whole time. Next on the docket, two syringes full of steroids he had to take orally to shrink the swelling in his throat. Gabe doesn't do medicine. No matter how good, sweet, colorful it is he's a spitter. So I held him down and the nurse held his nose shut and slowly administered the meds. As heart wrenching as it was, it worked, not a drop leaked from his precious little mouth.
About a half an hour later, we were out of there, and Gabe is on the mend and doing well. We're skipping therapy for a couple of days to recoup. I wish we could be busier, because we're waiting for all sorts of news this week. We are in process of waiting for the results of Gabe's most recent evaluation of his Autism. Not only is that nerve racking, but we are also waiting to see if he gets into the Autism Day Treatment Program for which we've been on the waiting list for about a year. Fingers crossed. We also found out he is number 12 on the second choice Autism Day Treatment program which would secure him a spot in the fall. The schools are both quite a far distance from where we live, so we will be moving relatively close to wherever we choose to send him in the fall. More to come when I hear the news.
Well there's an update since I've been MIA on the blog for awhile.
"Once you choose hope, anything's possible." -Christopher Reeve