You know, I don't really wake up in the morning thinking that I need ice cream at the end of the day. Not that I turn it down often but it's really not the first thing on my mind. Actually coffee and getting my but to work on time are what I'm thinking about. Nor do I worry much about my kids. They are getting older and yes they do tend to make dumb mistakes here and there or grate on my nerves (sometimes often) I don't worry about them much. But then there are days like today.
Oh the day started out normal enough. I woke up, took Carinda to daycare and then went off to work. Of course before I left the house I made sure Nehemiah was up and getting ready for school. He's in the "big league" now and has his own house key so he catches the bus on his own in the mornings and lets himself in once he gets home from school. Anyway, he was up and dressed and it was "Love you Mom, see you this afternoon" and Carinda and I were out the door.
After route I came home, did some work around here and sat down to check my email. I was only able to get the email checked and couldn't do much online because the computer was arguing. (Stupid electronics, I blame it all on Bill Gates). Anyhoo, so Wayne takes over the computer for a while and about 11 this morning the phone rings. It's Nehemiah. He tells me that he's not feeling well and feels like he's coming down with a cold. Ugh. My first thought it yea right, he's probably trying to get out of school work. I ask him if he thinks he can make it though the day and he simply replies, "no". He is sounding meek and tired so something tells me go.
I drive over to the school and when I walk in to the office I see this shakey ashen colored sweating child who is so dizzy he can hardly stand. I sign him out and stand him up. He is so hot that you could roast a marshmallow off of the radiant heat coming from his head. I help him to the car, he reminds me of a wobbly newborn horse or something. He all but collapses in the car and I grabbed my cell phone to call his doctors office.
The doc wanted to see him right away so after a quick stop at the house we get headed into Vancouver. CRAP!! Why is it whenever I need to go somewhere important, in a hurry no less I'm almost out of gas?? I swing through the mini mart but the damn gas pump wouldn't take my debit card. I step inside to pay that way and see the line of teenagers. Of course I go to the one mini mart in town by the high school...at lunch time!!!! Grrrrr. As luck would have it though I spied Jorden's best friend Ross. Next to Ross, Jorden!! Now it's mom's turn to beg for cash! I asked Jorden and as luck would have it he had enough cash on him to get me enough gas to get to the doctors. He was happy he could help out and once again I'm glad I have a nice teenager.
On the way to the docs Nehemiah slept the whole way and once there we took the elevator up to his docs. I sent him waddling over to the area he had to be in as I checked him in. He was so tired and almost unaware of what was going on. He took his shoes off (almost falling down) to get weighed and after getting his blood pressure and temp the nurse confirms he is a sickie. Well duh!! I am glad though she is a nice nurse and his pediatrician isn't one to keep you waiting. He is almost always on time.
He comes in and sees Nehemiah sleeping on the table and wakes him to do the exam. He is very concerned because of his temp and pain he is in. He decided to order some blood work, an xray and get him started on IV fluids right away. It would depend on how he responded to the fluids and what his labs looked like. He was pretty close to sending us on to the hospital and for a mom, well that's a bit worrisome.
I tried not to worry. I said my prayer and took him downstairs. He was so unsteady we decided to put him in a wheelchair, the last time he was in one he had fun playing around. Not this time. He sat his head half leaned over onto his sweatshirt half dozing. We get him undressed once we are in xray and the tech snaps a few pictures of him and then we head over to get our IV in. At that point they had a small hospital like room for him with a nice bed where he could sleep.
Once he was settled but before the IV I quickly stepped out. I had to calm my own nerves again because if I'm stressed out then I'm no help to Nehemiah. I run to the restroom, get a cup of much needed coffee and make a quick call to my Dad's cell phone. No answer. Ugh. I didn't want to talk to his voice mail. I needed a reasuring voice aside from my husbands at that point. I called his work and asked for him or my brother and after what seemed to be hours Ernie picked up. I quickly explained what was going on and asked him to relay the message to Dad. I also called my work, obviously I wasn't going to be driving my school bus that afternoon.
Once back in the room the nurse was ready to place his IV. He was scared but after I turned on one of his favorite songs on my mp3 player for him to listen to he was fine. Once his IV was in and his labs were drawn he dozed off and slept. He would wake once in a while and barely pick his head asking if it was time to leave. I'd tell him no and bam, down his head would go and he'd be back out. His doctor stopped in a few times and the nurse kept checking on him too.
After a couple of hours he had some pink in his cheeks and while his fever had gone up he was having a lot less pain in his abdomen and could stand a bit. More fluids, more tests, more waiting. He was a trooper. Everytime his IV thing would beep that it was done he would hold up his head and look around and ask if it was time to leave. Finally his doc felt that it was more a flu than anything and gave us the go ahead to go home.
Now of course after lots of phone calls to several people and two trips to the store I am sitting, finally in front of my computer. I am tired, I am drained and of course I have to keep an eye on the boy. He has pretty much slept since we got home and if need be ol' mom is ready to go back to the doctors though I am hoping and praying he is going to wake up in the morning and start picking on his sister. That's when I know he's feeling better.
So here I sit, me, the computer and two scoops of ice cream. It's amazing though, the emotions you have when you are a mother and faced with that look from a doctor. That look that says keep your cool mom, this isn't good. I know my nerves and at the end of the day, they needed that ice cream.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go check on my sleeping one and put myself to bed because I'm sure tomorrow will be a long day too.
Oh the day started out normal enough. I woke up, took Carinda to daycare and then went off to work. Of course before I left the house I made sure Nehemiah was up and getting ready for school. He's in the "big league" now and has his own house key so he catches the bus on his own in the mornings and lets himself in once he gets home from school. Anyway, he was up and dressed and it was "Love you Mom, see you this afternoon" and Carinda and I were out the door.
After route I came home, did some work around here and sat down to check my email. I was only able to get the email checked and couldn't do much online because the computer was arguing. (Stupid electronics, I blame it all on Bill Gates). Anyhoo, so Wayne takes over the computer for a while and about 11 this morning the phone rings. It's Nehemiah. He tells me that he's not feeling well and feels like he's coming down with a cold. Ugh. My first thought it yea right, he's probably trying to get out of school work. I ask him if he thinks he can make it though the day and he simply replies, "no". He is sounding meek and tired so something tells me go.
I drive over to the school and when I walk in to the office I see this shakey ashen colored sweating child who is so dizzy he can hardly stand. I sign him out and stand him up. He is so hot that you could roast a marshmallow off of the radiant heat coming from his head. I help him to the car, he reminds me of a wobbly newborn horse or something. He all but collapses in the car and I grabbed my cell phone to call his doctors office.
The doc wanted to see him right away so after a quick stop at the house we get headed into Vancouver. CRAP!! Why is it whenever I need to go somewhere important, in a hurry no less I'm almost out of gas?? I swing through the mini mart but the damn gas pump wouldn't take my debit card. I step inside to pay that way and see the line of teenagers. Of course I go to the one mini mart in town by the high school...at lunch time!!!! Grrrrr. As luck would have it though I spied Jorden's best friend Ross. Next to Ross, Jorden!! Now it's mom's turn to beg for cash! I asked Jorden and as luck would have it he had enough cash on him to get me enough gas to get to the doctors. He was happy he could help out and once again I'm glad I have a nice teenager.
On the way to the docs Nehemiah slept the whole way and once there we took the elevator up to his docs. I sent him waddling over to the area he had to be in as I checked him in. He was so tired and almost unaware of what was going on. He took his shoes off (almost falling down) to get weighed and after getting his blood pressure and temp the nurse confirms he is a sickie. Well duh!! I am glad though she is a nice nurse and his pediatrician isn't one to keep you waiting. He is almost always on time.
He comes in and sees Nehemiah sleeping on the table and wakes him to do the exam. He is very concerned because of his temp and pain he is in. He decided to order some blood work, an xray and get him started on IV fluids right away. It would depend on how he responded to the fluids and what his labs looked like. He was pretty close to sending us on to the hospital and for a mom, well that's a bit worrisome.
I tried not to worry. I said my prayer and took him downstairs. He was so unsteady we decided to put him in a wheelchair, the last time he was in one he had fun playing around. Not this time. He sat his head half leaned over onto his sweatshirt half dozing. We get him undressed once we are in xray and the tech snaps a few pictures of him and then we head over to get our IV in. At that point they had a small hospital like room for him with a nice bed where he could sleep.
Once he was settled but before the IV I quickly stepped out. I had to calm my own nerves again because if I'm stressed out then I'm no help to Nehemiah. I run to the restroom, get a cup of much needed coffee and make a quick call to my Dad's cell phone. No answer. Ugh. I didn't want to talk to his voice mail. I needed a reasuring voice aside from my husbands at that point. I called his work and asked for him or my brother and after what seemed to be hours Ernie picked up. I quickly explained what was going on and asked him to relay the message to Dad. I also called my work, obviously I wasn't going to be driving my school bus that afternoon.
Once back in the room the nurse was ready to place his IV. He was scared but after I turned on one of his favorite songs on my mp3 player for him to listen to he was fine. Once his IV was in and his labs were drawn he dozed off and slept. He would wake once in a while and barely pick his head asking if it was time to leave. I'd tell him no and bam, down his head would go and he'd be back out. His doctor stopped in a few times and the nurse kept checking on him too.
After a couple of hours he had some pink in his cheeks and while his fever had gone up he was having a lot less pain in his abdomen and could stand a bit. More fluids, more tests, more waiting. He was a trooper. Everytime his IV thing would beep that it was done he would hold up his head and look around and ask if it was time to leave. Finally his doc felt that it was more a flu than anything and gave us the go ahead to go home.
Now of course after lots of phone calls to several people and two trips to the store I am sitting, finally in front of my computer. I am tired, I am drained and of course I have to keep an eye on the boy. He has pretty much slept since we got home and if need be ol' mom is ready to go back to the doctors though I am hoping and praying he is going to wake up in the morning and start picking on his sister. That's when I know he's feeling better.
So here I sit, me, the computer and two scoops of ice cream. It's amazing though, the emotions you have when you are a mother and faced with that look from a doctor. That look that says keep your cool mom, this isn't good. I know my nerves and at the end of the day, they needed that ice cream.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go check on my sleeping one and put myself to bed because I'm sure tomorrow will be a long day too.
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