This morning started off so good. The boys slept in rather late...they both were not up until 9 with Logan being the first. When I hear Lane I get him and bring him back in the bed with Logan and I. We do this every morning on days we have nothing to do. The boys were playing around and laughing. It was so nice. And then it happened. Logan grabbed Lane and pulled him over and off the bed. (It was completely an accident but Logan feels so horrible!) Right onto the floor. Lane starts screaming! Well I'm holding him and trying to comfort him but he is hysterical. Nothing I do is making it any better. I take him down stairs thinking that maybe he's just hungry and really upset but he wouldn't eat or hold his milk. It's been about 30 minutes since he fell and he's still crying like it just happened. I'm scared and not to mention worried. I call my mom and see what she thinks. While I'm talking to her she can hear him crying and when I touch his right side he screams. That was it...my mind was made up; I was taking him to the ER. I set him in the floor while I grab clothes for all of us. He was still crying but he was just laying there. Flat on his back. He wouldn't roll to either side and he wouldn't get up. The whole time I got everything ready he didn't move. He had quit crying by this point but he was just laying completely still.
On the ride to the hospital he didn't move. He just sat there with these sad little eyes. Of course when we walk in the ER it's full and as usual they are "understaffed." I'm so sick of this place. During our 3 hour wait Lane sat in my lap. He would hold his toys a little but he was doing nothing with his right hand. When we finally got to a room I lay him on the little bed and he just laid there. When the doctor came in the first words out of her mouth were "so what happened?" No hi how are you, I'm Dr. so and so...just what happened. So I tell her and she just looks at me like I'm crazy. She has me undress Lane and then she starts looking at him. Well he wasn't happy about that and started crying. He is screaming the whole time she is looking at him. She says well he's fine. Just probably sore. Well I wasn't happy with this at all and when I mentioned an Xray just to be sure she acted like I had lost my mind. "It dangerous to take unnecessary xrays on a child this age." Guess she didn't know I've had a radiography class and know your more likely to get struck by lightening that to get a health problem due to an xray. At this point I was beyond angry and figured it best I leave my mouth shut before I say something I shouldn't. This lady didn't care and I really don't think she wanted to deal with a crying child. She spent a total of 5 minutes in the room with us. She never observed Lane to see what I was talking about, how he wouldn't use his right side. She just felt around on him while he lay there screaming and then said he's fine! Uggggggg!!!!!! After I waited another 30 minutes to get my discharge papers we were on our way home. They offered to give me some Tylenol. How sweet of them. I just know that doctor better hope and pray that there is nothing wrong with him because I have every intention of filling out a nice little complaint just for her if there is.
We get home and Lane is still the same. I lay down with him because he couldn't get comfortable in his bed. I ended up having to lay him on his left side and prop some pillows behind him to get him comfy. Once he fell asleep he didn't move. When he woke up I sat him in the bathroom while I took a shower. Well all he did was sit in the floor the whole time. No crawling, standing, opening cabinets. Just sat there. So pitiful. So the more I watch him the more I notice that it seems to be his right arm that is the problem. He won't use it. My family thinks he could have dislocated his shoulder but I don't really know. He can raise his arm up and down and he will hold things with it. But he can't reach across himself with it. He was sitting in the floor and went to reach with his right arm for a toy on his left side. It was almost like he couldn't get the arm to go over far enough and he started crying. He ended up having to move his whole body so that he could get his toy. As the day has gone by he's still whimpering a little when any pressure or wrong movement happens with that arm. He's still not crawling and he won't use that arm to pull up with. I thought about taking him back to the ER tonight and hopefully see a different doctor but I've decided to wait until in the morning and try to get him into a pediatric doctor. I just need a second opinion because I'm can't just sit here and watch him hurt like that and know there might be something a little more wrong than a "sore" arm.
This was certainly not how I planned this day. We were suppose to go to the ice show but I guess maybe next week. For now though we are off to bed. Hopefully my little sweet pea sleeps well.
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