The Monday before we headed out of town for Chicago, Jude rolled off the bed at my parents' house, did a little crying, and then refused to move his right arm, or have anyone touch it for an hour. We were convinced it was broken. After a visit to the Immediate Care Center was a bust (he wouldn't hold still enough to get an X-ray), we headed to Kosair to get the experts in kiddy X-rays to see what was wrong. It was insanely busy at Kosair, and we had a tired, thirsty, and hungry toddler on our hands. We were told at the Immediate Care Center to not let him eat or drink since he may have to be sedated to get an X-ray, or if it was broken, a potential surgery, and that they needed an empty stomach for all of that. He had barely eaten any breakfast, didn't get his nap, and then, he had to be tortured (truly it was torture for all of us involved) and have his arm touched to get what seemed like 30 X-rays. We had to do it 3 different times (luckily no sedation was required), with 2/3 adults holding him down. It was BAD! At one point I started tearing up because it was so stressful, he was in a lot of pain, and I just wanted it over for everyone!
Finally, at 6/7 p.m. at night, we saw the resident, who proclaimed that there were no broken bones (yes, hallelujah!). But, clearly something was wrong. If you touched his shoulder, arm, elbow, hand, fingers...he wailed in pain. It was so sad to see. Finally, the attending physician came in, ran his hands down both of Jude's arms, and proclaimed, "he's fixed." Huh? He had apparently popped one of Jude's ligaments that was out of place back in when he ran his hands down his arms, and he was cured...just like that. He had Nursemaid Elbow and just needed his ligament popped back in to place. Not even, 3 minutes later, Jude was running around and flapping his arms like his old self. It was like a miracle! We got this boy some food and water, and he was happy as could be, running around the ER and talking to everyone. The doctor said it will happen again, and now that we know, we can at least have some piece of mind that it can be easily fixed.
Here's the babe after he was cured.
Our next visit...was the weekend after Chicago. Jude's been going to daycare one day a week, and the Friday before our trip when we picked him up, there was a notification that a 2 yr old had pink eye, and to be on the lookout for symptoms in your child. Well, a week later, Jude got it. It started with the goopy eyes, and turned into a fever that lasted all weekend. K Pa took Jude to the pediatrician to get some medication, and while there, Jude vomited, and we learned that he had a 102 degree temp. Not terrible for a toddler, but a fever nonetheless. We started the eye drops and tylenol -- all which was a blast giving to a 21 month old! Jude and I stayed that night at my parents while Lonnie took over our house doing some music stuff. I let Jude sleep with me because I knew he wasn't feeling well, and while he was sleeping, he started shaking, and his clothes were damp with sweat. I started freaking out..and got my parents to take us to the ER. He shook the whole way there, but even though he was groggy (it was 12:30 a.m.) he still smiled some and seemed like he was ok. When we were seen by the physician, he had a 104.7 degree temp. We stripped him down, gave him some apple juice, and watched cartoons. His fever quickly came down, I learned that shaking is normal when a fever is high (just like adults - duh), and we went home alternating tylenol and IB profen for the next 2 days until his fever was gone. I too got sick, with a fever that turned into the worst, most painful cold/cough I've ever had. So, for a good week after Chicago, Jude and I were a mess.
We're all healthy now...at least until Jude gets the next disease at his daycare and takes us all down with him.
I'll have some posts coming up with Chicago and Thanksgiving.
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