Wow, I know that kids are resilient, but oh my, is this kid of mine amazing!!
Last night, he couldn’t get up off of the couch or back on the couch after going to the bathroom and he was walking on his tip-toes to get around while using the death grip on our hands.
By the end of today? He’s standing, sitting, kneeling down for things, getting on and off the couch on his own and playing with the neighbors!! It’s obvious he’s still in pain, and I fully expect that, but the turn around from yesterday to today has been fabulous!
Of course, I’m totally worried about him overdoing it, especially since there’s just a tiny little steri-strip over his incision.
I’m thrilled that he’s doing so well. I’m a little concerned that I’ll need to stay home on Monday since he has trouble leaning over to pull up his shorts, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
In the meantime, I’m relieved my baby is smiling and laughing again.
Quick recovery
Another day at the hospital
(11:18am)
Here we sit, waiting room in the Ambulatory Surgical Facility at St. Joe’s. Preston is in the back, being operated on and we’re passing time playing on iPhones and computers and talking to the most fabulous nurse ever.
Preston has been great through this whole thing so far – he got into his fishy pjs (gown) and got a bracelet for himself and for Mr. Bear; smiled through having his blood pressure checked and through having an X marked on his belly. He giggled here and there and was goofy when we put his hat on.
But when they started to wheel him away his mouth turned down and the tears started to form and that? SUCKED. I know he was asleep in moments and I know he’s not in any pain and in the best hands possible, but he’s not with me. And the waiting sucks.
(12:20pm)Preston is out of surgery and Dr. P said he did great! Now we just have to wait for him to wake up so we can see him!
(1:05pm) FINALLY!!! Recovery room time. My poor baby is so messed up! I know that it’s such a tough experience waking up from …
2 of my favorite shots of Preston
Hospitalized!
(Saturday)
Well, after a decent few hours during which Preston was laughing and being himself again, he woke about 2:30am crying with stomach pain again. We made it through the night (mike spent the night in the room with him) and called the dr in the morning. By the time it was time to leave for the doctor, my poor little man could barely move without screaming in pain. After a quick check with the neighbors to take care of Matt, Mike took P and I followed.
Blood work, CT Scan, X-rays, Ultrasound…. 7 hours later we had a confirmed diagnosis of appendicitis. (Apparently, it’s difficult to diagnose in the very young because they are all small and not clear on pain verbalizing and their organs are all squished together).
Unfortunately (fortunately? I’m still not sure), they decided against doing surgery right away because they thought his appendix had perforated, and was thereby leaking lovely infected fluid into his body (ew). The course of action was to treat with IV antibiotics, so he was admitted to the hospital.
It hasn’t been easy, but admittedly, could have been much, much worse. The very worst thing for him …
Ah, Friday at Urgent Care
*First, let me just say that everyone is fine….
I had this great idea for a post about the last day of school from yesterday and the first day of summer vacation (today), but all of that has been preempted by my little man and his pains.
This morning, Preston said that his side hurt, but seemed ok with it, so I figured he probably slept weird or moved wrong or something. When asked about it after breakfast, he was fine. He mentioned it again late afternoon, but also said he was really hungry, so (once I realized we never ate lunch [mother of the year!]) I fed him and he was ok….for a little while.
Mike took him to get gas for the grill and came back pretty concerned, as P was having trouble getting out of the car. It seemed to be getting worse, this crazy right side pain, so while Mike called the pediatrician, I put a call out to twitter.
A little while later, we hit the road for the Pediatric ER. I was shocked to find we were the only ones there at 7:30 on a Friday night (sadly, I jinxed them, …
