I decided not to try switching Brian's appointment - he slept well and woke up much better this morning. He only complained when I changed his diaper.
He slept with an ozonater between his legs (don't knock it 'til you try it) and the icky smell is completely gone. The cast is dry - the rash is almost all cleared up.
I also gave him the choice between getting his hair washed by way of laying him on the kitchen counter with his head over the kitchen sink - or getting a buzzy. He chose the buzzy.
This afternoon we'll sponge bath the rest of him. But we won't get the cast wet.
And that's Monday
He also got Play-Doh in the mail today and has been playing with it for over 2 hours now - the prizes in the mail are such a highlight of his day and really help pass the time - I can't thank you all enough. Thank you.
Let me see if I can get this one down before the troops wake up
So, y'all remember the other day (or is that night) that it was going to be my turn to sleep in bed, my first turn in well over a week due to Pa's sickness, my first turn that I was deliciously looking forward to after spending a sleepless week on the floor holding my 3 year olds hand while he slept?
Let's revisit that night, shall we?
Cuz dang...I was excited. I had just changed the sheets so I could launder my husband's icky bug out of them, I put on my favorite red polka dot silky lounge pants that I got from my friend Jessie a couple years ago (thanks Jessie!) and my newest library book - Jodi Picoult's Second Glance (thanks for the recommendation Kathryn)
So I crawled into bed with eagerness at 10pm and I read for an hour before shutting out the light. And I sprawled, man...I had that whole bed to myself - three pillows, fresh flannel sheets. Freshly showered and in my lounge pants. It.was.awesome. I closed my eyes and slept soundly. Until 2am.
Because that's when Brian woke up. It's about that time of night that he likes to shift and move to the couch for awhile while someone (me) holds him. So half deaf me heard him crying, loudly - and I was just waiting for Pa to do the shift so he'd calm down and go back to sleep. And he kept crying four minutes later he was still crying six minutes and I got up - he was really starting to get worked up and I couldn't imagine why it was taking so long to calm him down.
Now - while my husband likes to get cranky about my ears, what he fails to admit sometimes is that his own ears are often just as bad. While I was born with mine, his are a product of working on helicopters for several years in the service. You know what's coming, don't you?
I came downstairs expecting to see some comforting going on, only to see Pa sleeping soundly (so not fair) on the couch! A mile away!
I thumped him over the head if for no other reason but to disrupt that good sleep and I took over the role of comforter myself. There was huffing and puffing and you owe me bigtime now attitude involved. Brian was back to sleep within a minute.
I was still riled. I wanted my full night in my own bed. As soon as Brian was snoozing soundly, I decided I was going to carry him upstairs so that we could both enjoy the comfortable sleep. And I did.
Pa, at this point, was awake (the thump did that) and feeling kinda bad - but being no newbie to husbanding knew to keep his mouth shut - he was playing it very carefully, but watching - trying to figure out what I was up to. (And in Pa's defense he was still feeling kinda crummy - but I wasn't going to give him too much symapthy at 2 in the morning)
I began my journey up. One step - no problem Two steps - piece of cake Third, fourth, fifth - I was on a roll And then my awesome red polka dot silk jammies started to slip. sixth step - they were down past my hips by the 10th step - my thighs
And there wasn't a thing I could do but very very carefully keep trudging forward - I couldn't grab them, Brian takes two hands - preferably three even.
I was starting to giggle at the overwhelming hysteria of it all but I kept trudging upward, determined - DETERMINED - to enjoy every ounce of sleep in my own bed.
By the time I got to the top step my jammies were completely at my ankles - I'm very thankful that I didn't slip on them, I was being as careful as I possibly could.
Only when I reached the top step did Pa dare utter a sound, and it was (as he was at the bottom being full-mooned) "What in the world are you doing, woman?"
"I'm taking Brian to sleep in our bed - good night"
And as I lay Brian down and he realized where he was, he grinned from ear to ear and we both fell soundly asleep.
I can't remember if I mentioned to y'all that we were pretty disappointed in our stay at UofM - Mott's Children's Hospital.
First of all - Brian's accident happened around noon - he hadn't eaten lunch yet and was ambulanced pretty quickly over to UofM. There he stayed in emergency until nearly 10pm because there were no rooms.
It's a policy in the emergency room that the patients there are not allowed food - just in case they get zipped to surgery.
By the time we got to our room - there was only crackers available and he was on a no eat after midnight diet in the hopes that he would have his cast put on the next day - a procedure that required anesthesia.
He wasn't taken down until nearly noon - and while he was on an IV for nourishment, man - he wanted food.
Finally - when he woke up at 5pm after his cast - he was allowed food. Only - the doctors never changed it on his form so the kitchen wasn't allowed to send us any. He was begging for food and it took 40 minutes to get ahold of a doctor to change his orders.
Man - I was riled. I nearly went to McDonalds for the poor kid, but I didn't want to leave him.
The other thing that happened is that we were on an overflow floor - not a floor that knew anything at all about spica casts. The nurses were just as clueless as we were and stated as much. Every question we had required a phone call to the doctor and a 30-60 minute wait.
It was frustrating at best.
We were told two different types of tapes to use on his cast for water protection. I was told one by a guy that I assumed knew what he was talking about - Pa was told another (who ripped off the first tape) by a nurse practitioner that he assumed knew what she was talking about.
Brian's biggest complaint since day 1 has been his good leg. I had mentioned it several times in the hospital, I've called no less than 3x since we've been home. Each time I was told that, well, yeah...these casts are pretty uncomfortable.
Not once did anyone check or tell me to check inside the cast. Not once did anyone tell us to check if the cast was wet. Everything I've learned I've found on the internet.
I came home from the wedding yesterday to find out that Brian has a bugger of a rash under his cast and his cast is wet. This morning I used a hairdryer set on low and cool for over 4 hours straight. He has been crying consistently that it hurts. Pa - in trying to give the poor lad some easy yesterday put A&D on the rash as far as he could reach.
Now all the stuffing is sticking to the rash
To say that I could just cry is an understatement.
I called the doctor on call again today - and they weren't real helpful. I could come to emergency, I could call tomorrow and try to move Wednesday appointment up - but until then, just try a blow dryer.
Never once did he suggest Neosporin. Again, I found that online.
The doctor did say that the cast getting wet is normal. The nurse practitioner had told Pa to use cheap diapers. I sent him out last night for Pampers.
Brian is potty-trained and we change him instantly since he does tell us when he goes. He's not keen on using the travel urinal - we've tried.
So today I'm frustrated feeling helpless feeling incompetent as a mother weary and I just really want this 6 weeks to be over
There - now I shan't forget. Whew..the week has been a whirlwind Pa is 38 Pa, by the way, has strep. I finally put my foot down last night and told him to go to Urgent Care since he's been too busy at work to take a few hours off to go to the doctors Strep For his birthday - I'm going to let him sleep with Brian tonight It'll be special since he hasn't had a turn all week But I need a good nights sleep and some wits about me Cuz tomorrow I'm shooting another wedding.
Instead of being shaky nervous this time I'm looking forward to a change of scenery and I might even sneak in a sit sometime during the day
Today I'll call grandma to come over so I can get all my gear together and practice a few more things And maybe MAYBE run out and get a birthday gift but probably not - Brian likes to have one of us around and grandma's not comfortable flipping him
Tubes went fine It still boggles my mind that for me it was overnight surgery but for my kids - it's, here...hold him while we sedate him and we'll call you back then when we're done A trip to the waiting room read 2 pages and then comes to the doctor to say they were done
The hardest part is that we were there an hour early - supposed to be 45 minutes, but I'm always early and then the doctor was late and Mark was wild, busy, everywhere, exhausting Here he is holding the beeper that lets me know they are ready for me and the nurses are trying to amuse him for a bit it worked. For 6 minutes
Grandma is coming over later so I can take a nap roast is in the oven Pa is still sick Brian is a bit cranky Markie is currently napping after running wild around the house when we got home