WARNING: SUPER LONG POST!!!
Totally won't be offended if you just skip right through this one!!! :)
Oh my, what a weekend! It all started after a hopeful Friday morning, playing in the dirt and making worm friends. Coop and I ate lunch (he wasn't all that hungry though), and he took a nap. Upon waking up, he had a bit of a fever. We snuggled on the couch, eating apples and watching a couple of his favorite shows. This kid never gets sick, so I started to get a bit concerned. His temperature got a little worse after a while, so I gave him some Motrin, and shortly, he was back to being his happy, active self...running around like crazy if I do say so myself. Brian came home from work, we ate dinner, and my two men took a long walk to some bulldozers in a nearby neighborhood. Coop came home saying that he was so tired and that he was ready for bed...he never says this. Uh oh...medicine was wearing off...he was not feeling better.
His temperature skyrocketed. We watched it carefully, and it got up to about 103/104. Dangerous territory. Seizure territory. Scary territory. We knew that because the walk-in clinics were all closed (past 9pm...lame!!!), the ER was our only option. We were trying to give him some more medicine to bring his fever down after attempting cool washcloths, and he "got sick" all over me and the floor in the living room. Totally gag worthy...sympathy puke worthy...but I held it in. Sorry if that was too much of a visual. Poor little guy. I just wanted to trade places with him...he seemed a little nervous and not sure what to do...so flush...exhausted...crying (it was getting late). As he was vomitting all over me, I kept trying to calm him by saying, "It's alright Cooper. You're going to be okay. Mommy and Daddy are here to help you. It's going to be alright buddy." He was sobbing and responded with, "No, I not okay." It was heartbreaking. He never did get the second dose of medicine down, was refusing to take more, and not looking well at all.
We got ourselves ready to head out and called our nurse friend, and she recommended we take him in (as we thought we should). You can't risk high temperatures in kids. You just can't. They are so dangerous. We needed to find out the source of his high fever...to know whether or not it was serious...and we needed to get his temperature under control quickly. Poor Coop, he just kept saying, "I tired. I take a nap. No hospital." Sad. Off we went. The ride was a little nervewracking. I was so nervous he was going to throw up or have a seizure...I was panicing on the inside, but trying to keep him calm in the mean time.
I hadn't visited the emergency room in ages, and I always wondered what happened when parents took their kids to the hospital with a high fever. Here we were, parked, and heading in. We had no idea what we were in for...oh my...here's how it went.
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We arrived at the hospital about 10pm.
The nurses took Coop right away. Took temp. 103. Gave Tylenol. Awesome folks. Great company. They helped us feel comfortable and showed a genuine concern and interest in Coop.
Then, we waited in waiting room for an hour to see if the medicine would bring his temperature down.
They took Coop's temperature again around 11:25pm. 99. Going down. Good.
They mentioned they might need a urine sample when we got called back, that depending on the doctor they might do a catheter. Yikes...and double yikes, yikes! I didn't see that playing out very well for Coop or anyone else involved. The boy is 2...and tired...and not feeling well. Oh geez...
Waited in waiting room another 45 minutes or so. Coop was acting totally normal as medicine was clearly working. We were both trying to keep him busy...thank goodness he is a nice young man...he is 2 and not perfect of course, but I was just so thankful at that moment he was not being a whackadoodle.
Then, he had to go potty. I ran to the check in desk and asked for a urine specimen cup...I wanted to avoid a catheter experience at all costs. Successful urine collection for Coop, and he announced it to the whole waiting room of folks as he and B emerged from the bathroom. Finally, they called us back to see a doctor...around midnight or so.
We were led to a room. The nurse came in, said hello, that she'd be our nurse, took urine sample, and said that a doctor would be right in.
We took several walks in the halls and trips to the bathroom. Several nurses popped their head in the door, but not to check on Coop or say hello...only to steal supplies from the cupboards in our room. Instead of a door to the room, we had a curtain, so I told Coop to look for shoes at the bottom of the curtain, and that would mean someone was coming in to help us. For quite some time, no shoes came.
Coop asked, "Will it be a Mommy doctor or a Daddy doctor?"...his way of asking if the doctor was a man or woman. He was hoping for a girl doctor. I was beginning to wonder how he was going to handle all this.
About 2 hours of being in the room, I went to the desk to ask if there was any way of knowing how long until we'd be seen. It felt like we had been forgotten. I believe we had. Our nurse, who had not come to check on us once since taking the urine two hours ago, said, "Oh, no one has come to see you? A doctor signed up to see you guys, so someone should be in soon." Her smile and friendliness did not seem genuine, and that was that. I headed back to the room...a bit deflated...and not fully with it enough to stand up for the three of us.
At this point, Brian could hardly stay awake...he'd been awake roughly 21 hours. We were all getting impatient. Coop was SO ready to go home..."We go home now? We go home now Mommy?"
A short wait later, the doctor came in. Hardly concerned. Asked a few questions about Cooper. He was a bit arrogant, and without intending on judging him, it was impossible not to think that he thought of himself as Dr. McWonderful or something. Ironically, we later learned from some inside sources that he was actually Dr. McInappropriateRelationshipsWithNurses...and not well respected amongst his peers. Booooo! Something seemed a little off. Anyhow, from the moment he walked in, Coop began screaming...at the top of his lungs. He was so done...and a little terrified. This was not fun.
As I held my son tightly so that he wouldn't flail, the doctor checked him quickly. He did not perform any type of test or anything. Just said, it's probably viral. Alternate Tylenol and Motrin to keep the fever down. Then he pretty much just left. Literally took about 5-10 minutes. After being here this long, I could have told him that.
We gathered our things to leave...quite frustrated and exhausted...and then they stopped us in the hall. We needed to head back to the room and wait to sign papers, and they wanted to give Coop Motrin. Deep breath. Good grief.
We waited about 10 more minutes. Signed papers. Held down our son so the nurse could give him Motrin (he continued screaming and flailing at this point). She seemed annoyed...what did she expect? That stressed me out. Medicine taken, 3am, mission accomplished finally, get the heck out.
Coop was going to be fine...I had the feeling all along that he would be...and that nothing serious was going on. I tried to remain calm and thankful throughout this frustrating time. As he took Cooper for a walk in the hals, Brian saw on the reader board (which displays the type of cases in the ER)...and one said sexual assault...and that put things right into perspective for us bigtime.
Like I said, Coop was going to be just fine. My opinion of the ER at this particular hospital...not so much. We were home by about 3:30am. Coop finally fell asleep by 4am...B and I about two minutes later. What a night.
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Saturday morning, we all slept in a little. Coop awoke with no fever and remained fever free all day. He had regained his appetite and wanted to play. He's so awesome! Brian and I tried to keep up...we were so exhasuted!
Since the sun came out to play this weekend, Coop gave his new kite a good test run. We told him it wasn't windy enough, but he kept saying, "Maybe. Let's try." Good thing we listened to him; he had so much fun with his first kite experience.
Just loved it!!!
Then Sunday, after Coop had been fever free for more than 36 hours, we headed to our small group Cinco de Mayo party. I woke up earlier that morning to sing on the worship team, and Brian stayed home with the Coopster just to be on the safe side. Thankfully, being with our dear friends was a great way to end the long weekend and bring our focus back to God...back to gratitude...back to reality. We are truly blessed and so thankful that Coop is strong and healthy...and a lame-o experience at the ER is really not much to complain about when it comes right down to it...what's going on in the bigger picture these days...the whole wide world if you will. I should focus my prayers and energy on lifting others up...not complaining...that's for sure!
Chocolate Cupcakes were eaten.
Pinatas were beaten.
And, Cooper was happy with his loot.
We were so thankful to end on a high note.
Now I'm fighting a cold...go figure.
Hopefully it will be the one time I get sick in the next couple years.
That's how it usually goes for me...thankfully!
Here's to lying low for a bit!
Oh, and if you even made it to the end of this post..and your name is not Mom or Dad...
I am humbled and amazed. Thanks for caring enough to read! You're neat!
I'm totally naive and wondering what the hospital bill is going to be like. Hmmm...
Hope you are having a great week, and there are no ER visits in sight for you!