Like a very bad dream....

The mommy didn't get to shower or do her hair, do not fault her for this. All of the cords hanging off of the little boy are his IV, his heart monitor and pulse ox.
Who every thought a bottom sticking out of a hospital gown could be this cute!


Today we get a little story...


Once upon a time (Friday), a little boy woke up happy as can be. This little boy (Mo) woke up as he usually does in the morning, smiling and talking, excited to meet a new day. It was this boy's mom's first of 4 days off in a row. Much was planned for the weekend. They had some shopping to do, lots of cooking, a bbq, finalizing plans for a new kitchen, the boy's dad had a tee time for golf....big, big plans for the days off. But...the little boy began to not feel so well. After breakfast he became grumpy and was inconsolable. He reluctantly went down for his nap. When he woke up from his nap his crib was full of vomit. He had woken up and vomited in 3 different places in his crib and then layed down and went back to sleep. Apparently not long before he woke b/c the stench was fresh (in case you don't know it is a very foul smell). There was vomit in his hair and all over his clothes. So the boy got a bath in the middle of the day. The boy was not happy about the bath, that is how the mom knew something was wrong b/c the boy always loves a bath. The boy's mom thought he might just have the stomach bug that was going around so she decided to keep an eye on him and call the doctor in the morning if things hadn't improved. The boy's dad came home from work early and they hunkered down for a long afternoon of vomit and sleep and vomit and sleep. The poor boy didn't even have the energy to cry. And he only wanted his mom (the mommy likes that feeling) and nothing to do with his dad. So the dad took over the big brother and the mom dealt with vomit and a sleeping baby boy. After trying fluids a couple of times the boy was able to keep down a couple of sips of pedialyte before bed and the mommy and dad were very relieved and thought the worst must be over. Then they went to bed. The next morning the dad tried to let the mom sleep in and got up with the boy. But moments later a very concerned daddy woke the mom to look at the little boys diaper and there was blood in it. Not a good sign, the mommy and daddy both know this. The boy had woken in a good mood and daddy had thought that everything was golden, but he soon became lethargic again (while mommy was walking down the stairs). Then mommy looked in the boy's crib at the vomit the daddy saw when he got the boy up. And there was more blood. An ever worse sign. so the mommy brushed her teeth and threw some clothes on and drove very quickly, but very safely to Dayton Children's Hospital. Once there an xray was done and it showed that the boy had and intususseption (the mommy is not sure exactly how that is spelled, sorry). Basically the boys intestines were telescoping into each other and creating a very bad situation. The daddy found out later that this could have killed the little boy in just 3 days if it hadn't been found. That really scared the daddy. The doctor told the mommy and daddy there was one thing they could try and if it worked the little boy would not have to go to emergency surgery. The mommy and daddy desperately wanted to avoid surgery. So the interventional radiologist (a very nice and very inteligent woman who deserves every penny of the probably half a million dollars she makes yearly) gave the little boy and air enema under flouroscopy (the mommy is afraid of what that bill will look like). And thankfullly (hallelujia, praise Jesus, thank you God), it worked to un-telescope the little boys intestines and he did not have to go to surgery. He did have to stay in the hospital overnight to make sure his intestines stayed where they were supposed to. Then, he finally got to go home. The mommy and daddy are so releived to have the little boy home, safe and sound. And can now just pretend it was all just a very bad dream.


The End.