Fun Times at the ER
I. AM. SO. TIRED.
Gabe woke up at 2:20 AM this morning and did not go back to sleep. He was moaning in pain and complaining of a stomach ache.
I gave him so Coke. I gave him some milk. I gave him some Children's Pepto.
At 5:00AM I was so tired and so frustrated and so at the end of my rope I accused him of faking it to get out of going to school today. (He usually likes school, so, I'm not sure where that came from, except, you know, from the end of my rope.)
Husband stayed home with him today, and he basically refused to eat, and the stomach pains continued to come and go in waves. At 3:30 he was crying from the pain again, and our doctor's office couldn't see him until tomorrow.
At 4:30 Husband called me at work to say Gabe was writhing on the floor in pain.
I called my mom and asked her to pick up Lana from school and I told Husband to meet me at the Children's Hospital ER.
We spent 2.5 hours at the ER, where we were treated by a staff that clearly deals with kids much more regularly than the staff at the ER by our house. (So, I'm saying, it was totally worth the 15 extra minutes of drive time to get to Children's.)
And after a small amount of concern about appendicitis, as it turns out, my son is full of sh*t.
(Sorry, I couldn't help myself.)
The boy is, er, bound-up, so to speak.
Evidently, his banana and swiss cheese obsession of late is doing bad things to his intestinal track.
I'm relieved it's not more serious, but, my poor little guy is in bad shape. We're hoping he'll be feeling more like himself in about 24 hours...but, I'm afraid we are in for another rough night. :-(