Yesterday started out like any other normal day. Everyone got ready and got out the door to get Seth to his violin lessons by 10. Afterwards we decided to go visit friends for lunch and the afternoon. We went in their backyard to play for awhile. The kids were running around and we were just standing there watching them and talking. At about 1:30 I was watching Luke run towards me. He was doing fine and then he fell down. I could tell immediately that something was wrong because he was crying that "I'm really hurt cry". I ran over to him and he was just crying and crying. He wouldn't put any weight on his left leg and just held his knee. Any sort of movement and he would scream in pain. We hurried and gathered the kids and headed home. We were out in Murtaugh so we had a 30 min. drive. Luke cried the whole time, I felt so terrible for him. I called his doctor and he said he could see him at 3. I dropped the kids off at a friends (thanks Aubrey!!) and headed to the pediatricians. They took him right back. By this time, he only had one dose of Tylenol and was starting to go to sleep as long as I didn't move him, which is a little tough to keep still for 2 hours. We had to wait for 45 minutes for the X-ray. After we were done she said, "Your worst fears have just been realized". I think oh great was does that mean. She sent us back to the room to wait, AGAIN! The doctor came in and pulled up the x-rays. I could tell immediately that his femur was fractured. It is called a spiral fracture and then one of the bones moved up alongside the other so he told us he was going to have to have surgery to pull it back into place and then put the cast on. The cast is a full body cast (yeah for me, 6-weeks of carrying him everywhere because the cast comes to his ribs, which means he can't sit up). I just wanted to cry. Cry for Luke and cry for me. How was I going to do this. I called Sam and he headed right over and my mom and she said she would be up in the morning. After waiting for transport for awhile we headed to the pre-op room. After getting all prepped, the doctor came in to talk to us. After going over what he had eaten (for the 6th time) the doctor was ticked. See one of the nurses said that I could give Luke fruit snacks (which was before x-ray) and he ate 2 then went to sleep. Well 2 fruit snacks is enough to delay surgery for 6 hours. Oh my heck!!!!!!!!
So off we went to the peds floor to wait for those @%!# fruit snacks to digest. I headed home to pick kids up from the babysitter, go look at the house we are trying to buy, feed the kids (thanks Michelle for feeding us) and get them in bed and then head back to the hospital for his surgery. This picture is him just hanging out in bed waiting for the go ahead. They ended up taking him an hour earlier and this picture below is him being wheeled to surgery. He was such a trooper. Hardly cried and was so brave.
The surgery ended up being only a 1/2 hour and they said he didn't even cry when he was coming out of anesthisia. They brought him up to the room and he immediately wanted to eat. He hadn't eaten since 11:30 that morning. He chowed his popsicle and then promptly went to sleep. The doctor said we could go home that night so after some hassleing from the nurse (who I was ready to fire) she sent us home at 1 am.
We had a terrible night, mostly because they didn't send us home with any pain meds and said Tylenol should take care of it, which he would promptly throw up. He threw up 3 more times and would have muscles spasms every few minutes when he would sleep so he couldn't sleep (hope that makes sense). After talking to the nurse many times we got a hold of the pediatrician. He told us to get him on motrin and once his stomach got settled put him on Tylenol with codeine. Things have been so much better. He smiles and laughs and now if we could just get him to eat something besides sugar!
One major blessing is that as I was coming out of the hospital last night the social worker called and said that our foster kids were approved to go home every weekend now. So they will be gone from Friday morning to Monday morning. Anyway, we are moving on selling our house and buying this other one that we absolutely love! Wish us luck for the next six weeks, I think I am going to need it!!!!
So off we went to the peds floor to wait for those @%!# fruit snacks to digest. I headed home to pick kids up from the babysitter, go look at the house we are trying to buy, feed the kids (thanks Michelle for feeding us) and get them in bed and then head back to the hospital for his surgery. This picture is him just hanging out in bed waiting for the go ahead. They ended up taking him an hour earlier and this picture below is him being wheeled to surgery. He was such a trooper. Hardly cried and was so brave.
The surgery ended up being only a 1/2 hour and they said he didn't even cry when he was coming out of anesthisia. They brought him up to the room and he immediately wanted to eat. He hadn't eaten since 11:30 that morning. He chowed his popsicle and then promptly went to sleep. The doctor said we could go home that night so after some hassleing from the nurse (who I was ready to fire) she sent us home at 1 am.
We had a terrible night, mostly because they didn't send us home with any pain meds and said Tylenol should take care of it, which he would promptly throw up. He threw up 3 more times and would have muscles spasms every few minutes when he would sleep so he couldn't sleep (hope that makes sense). After talking to the nurse many times we got a hold of the pediatrician. He told us to get him on motrin and once his stomach got settled put him on Tylenol with codeine. Things have been so much better. He smiles and laughs and now if we could just get him to eat something besides sugar!
One major blessing is that as I was coming out of the hospital last night the social worker called and said that our foster kids were approved to go home every weekend now. So they will be gone from Friday morning to Monday morning. Anyway, we are moving on selling our house and buying this other one that we absolutely love! Wish us luck for the next six weeks, I think I am going to need it!!!!
4 comments:
oh man, i don't know how you're going to stay sane! what can we do to help?
Poor little guy! Good luck with everything. You have a very full plate.
I am SO SORRY! Poor Luke! Poor Julie! Good luck! Glad he is okay though! How scary!
Hearing about this the second time is almost worse than the first time I heard it! It just makes me cringe! Hopefully the worst part is over and now it's just a matter of time (which may or may not be any better)! :)
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