Being sick here and there is all well and good…. but a CONSTANT stream of one after the other can get a little tiresome. And it’s not just sick, there are a few accidents thrown in here too. I think we’ve had 4 hospital visits in the last 7 months, 3 of those in the last two haha. Just for funsies, let’s go through them…
So after going through them, it’s actually 5 lol.
Christmas Eve 2017. We thought Norah broke her neck on the trampoline. There was an ambulance ride, and a VERY long but short hospital stay… The evening before Christmas eve, Norah was doing front flips on the trampoline, when I hear an odd cry out from her. I race out and find her flopped on her side laying on the trampoline screaming in pain. She said she landed on her neck and felt it crack. I race upstairs to call the ambo’s, telling Tone what happed on my way through… They tell me the normal things, don’t move her etc… meanwhile, Tony is carrying her upstairs 🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️…
Well now she’s laying on the couch holding her neck crying with pain saying her arms have pins and needles, it’s not long before they arrive. Off to the hospital at 6pm. Once we are in the hospital, it’s waiting bed after waiting bed with neck and head braces and tape so she can’t move.
10pm comes around before she can have a CT Scan. That didn’t show anything, so its off for an MRI, except that is over the other side of town.
11pm comes and the next Ambulance is here to take us there. It’s a good 45 minute ride. She’s still awake at this stage. Arrive at the next hospital and we are put in the emergency waiting beds.
It is now 1am and we get told that the next available MRI appointment is at 5am. I tell Norah to sleep now. Meanwhile I’m sitting in the most uncomfortable metal chair. So psyched about getting some sleep….not. I nod off here and there, trying to get comfortable. There were no spare beds in emergency and there was no room on Norah’s as she wasn’t allowed to move.
We get woken up at 5 when they say there was someone else who needed the MRI immediately, but they hope to get us to a room soon. So now we are both awake…. I’m pretty delirious actually.
It’s just gone 10am and they finally find us a bed and say the next MRI appointment shouldn’t be much longer.. We are now in a room and THERE’S A SPARE BED. OMG. I’m just going to lay down for a while now, I say to Norah, she’s cool with that thankfully.. She’s still in her neck and head brace and hasn’t moved from that since the first ambulance ride the night before.
It’s lunch time and man, they feed the kids well! Mind you, Norah was still flat on her back so that was interesting for her to try and eat. Tone pops in to see how MissyMoo is doing. They now say that we can’t get to the MRI until 6pm. BLOODY HELL. I’m pretty over this.
It’s Christmas eve, I remember about presents I still need to wrap and Tony and two of my brothers are left to put up the monster swing set that “Santa” left for the kids. I hear it was a DREAM to put up haha…
6pm comes and we are off for the MRI!! The MRI takes 40 minutes and she did so well. She just laid there the whole time and got it done. I mean, she’s had the last 24 hours to practise not moving though.
7pm comes and the Dr is making the rounds. He gives us the verdict. Phew. No break or any other damage. Just a bad strain. The neck brace has to stay on for 3 more days, she’s pretty cool with this. It’s 8pm and we are out!
Now it’s off to Grandma’s for Christmas eve supper and midnight present opening. I think I’ve moved WAY past the tired stage now. Let’s do Christmas!
~~~ Some months later…
The kids and I visit Tone at the Drum shop. They go around the shop getting into mischief while I’m chatting. Then I hear an almighty crash. Lola was sitting at an electronic kit and accidentally lent on the snare drum, which went straight down and she went down too hitting her face on I’m not quite sure what. I race over and there’s blood pouring out of her mouth and face, she’s screaming. She’s busted her lip with her teeth and I’m not sure what else. So off we go, to the hospital… Meanwhile I’m driving to the wrong bloody one. I end up at RBH emergency and they send us straight through to a bed. A Dr comes around not long after but says that he can’t do anything, not even touch or look at her to see what happened because she’s a child. They send us off to the Children’s hospital. We get there and her face has already started healing itself, but I’m not sure what she’s done to her teeth.
Straight to an emergency bed, taking a while before the Dr comes around. They check her out and are happy with her healing already. But they say they can’t do anything about the teeth and that we need to go to a Dentist.
Luckily we have to go to the Dentist anyway because a few days earlier Norah had a head-clash with her cousin where her new adult front tooth went through his head. So out we go, with a Dentist appointment a few days later.
Lola’s teeth showed they were fine, one has shifted slightly, but otherwise AOK. Norah’s teeth were also fine, just a bit wobbly and some very bruised gums.
~~~ Some weeks later…
Norah’s been unwell for a while. A few weeks of colds, general unwellness etc. Just as we thought she was on the mend, she got much worse. Out of the blue, I get a call from school that she’s picked up a fever, no other symptoms. I pick her up and dose her up on meds straight away. Once they wore off, the fever came back. Double dose it is (ibuprofen/paracetamol as advised by the Nurse).
A few hours after she went to bed she woke up… Well she didn’t really, she was sleep walking. She seems to do this more when she’s unwell. She comes out, tells Tony off for still having the TV on and I get her a drink, that usually wakes her up but not this time. She starts saying more funny things, but HATES it when we look at her. So avoiding eye contact and Tony and I trying not to laugh, she plops herself on the couch. Her face goes blank and she gagged. I yell at Tony for the spew bucket. Trust me, when you have kids, have a dedicated spew bucket! He grabs it from the cupboard and we get it under her just in time. Well that woke her up… Unsure of what just happened, she asks for a shower, as she normally does when she’s sick. Once in the shower she’s perked up and feels quite fine. We made up a little bed for her on the floor next to my side of the bed, washer on the head and bucket close by.
During the night I lean over to check on her and she is as red as a cooked crab, and just as hot. I wake her up to dose her up again.
It’s the morning and you guessed it…. more fever, more meds, but no vomiting.
I don’t like taking meds myself so it takes a lot for me to give them to my kids.
She now has some symptoms of a cold/flu… sore throat, sore neck, general shittiness, plus a really painful abdomen. Thinking of it no more than just a cold and perhaps some raised glands in her stomach (she’s had before), we continue the fever/meds regime that day and night.
Day 3, she’s much worse with symptoms and still has the temp spikes. Off to the Dr’s. Which is conveniently underneath our unit block, and because Norah doesn’t want to leave the house at all, its pretty convenient. As suspected, they just said its a virus and inflamed glands around her intestines and organs, come back tomorrow if she’s still the same… Guess what? She was.
Day 4 we are back at the Dr’s and this one is pretty concerned. She takes a nose swab and orders some blood tests. We go to the pathology and Norah does so well. I sit on the chair and give her a koala hug to hold her arms incase she flinches out. She didn’t and she even gets a teddy bear for being so brave. That night she’s much the same.
Day 5 we go back to the Dr in the morning, hoping for some results or anything really. Well we have the results of all tests. Influenza A and Glandular Fever. Both at once, the poor monkey. Yet she’s still quite concerned, thinking the stomach pain is appendicitis or liver failure, due to the positioning of it. Off to the hospital it is. We are in straight away and It’s not long before the Dr comes around. We were in there for maybe 2 hours. The Dr says that it seems like her glands are just really inflamed and that it should start to go away soon, in 5-10 days. Oh dear. Norah is in for a rough ride.
~~~ A week later;
Lola’s entertaining herself while I’m cooking and Norah’s playing with Lego. She has the skate board and is just sitting on it pushing herself around the unit.
Next minute, she’s fallen face into the skateboard, into the tiles. She’s screaming, there’s a lot of blood and big fat egg on her forehead.
Norah helps by getting a washer to catch all the blood coming from her mouth.
Yes another mouth injury. I manage to locate it, she’s torn her frenulum right up to the very top. I grimace when I see it. I remember doing this when I was a kid but not that bad – And that kids, is why you should never chew on pencils while swinging on your chair lol.
I call the 13Health number to check what I should do, and they suggest its off to the hospital due to the forehead egg.
We get to the hospital and it’s not too long before we are in to a bed. Mind you, by this time, Lola is completely fine and is jumping all over the chairs and furniture in the waiting room…. *forehead slapppp*
A few hours later the Dr finally comes around, meanwhile I’ve been contemplating just leaving…. He checks her out and she’s fine to go. Ughh. That was fun, thanks Lola.
~~~ A few days later;
I’m prepping dinner while the kids are being little crazies in the lounge room. The noise of the blender really riles them up – they scream and run around like mad people.
I’ve finished with the blender and tell them they need to calm down, Norah turns around to look at me but her feet catch Lola, who’s on the ground behind her, and she falls over her really awkwardly and lands on her fingertips, wrist, then elbow and shoulder, then the rest of her body.
She screams out in pain, holding her floppy arm screaming that she’s broken it. Running around, not towards me mind you, yelling at me to stay away.
I try to calm her down but she doesn’t want me near her. She tries to run to her room, still screaming and holding her limp arm. Lola’s sitting in the same spot that it all happened at, wondering what on earth is going on.
I finally catch Norah so I can see what’s going on. She’s gone pale and is in SO MUCH PAIN. I convince her to lay down on the couch and check her fingers; she can’t move them. I immediately call the ambulance, fearing a broken/fractured arm; they are on the way. Then call Tone to come home from work.
It’s a bit annoying that they took more than 40 minutes to get to us. While Tone was comforting Norah (and Lola) I had to clean the kitchen from prepping dinner….It felt so strange to do that while Norah was still wailing in pain.
Seeing your kid in so much pain when you can’t do anything about it is a pretty horrible feeling. She’s still pale and so sweaty now, still crying out.
They are finally here and give her the once over, noting that her arm doesn’t appear to be broken but perhaps a fracture of some type. They give her a shot of morphine up the nose. She’s such a trooper this kid.
It’s now time for the ambulance ride, with Tone and Lola in the car following. Poor Lola is so worried now.
In the ambulance, the morphine has finally hit and Norah’s on for a chat with the medic, still not being able to move her arm or that the pain has calmed at all. Slightly slurring her words and bringing up random thoughts was pretty funny.
We are in the emergency area with the ambo’s now and have met up with Tone and Lola, one of them makes the kids some glove animals, which were surprisingly good. An elephant with one and a shark with another. That entertained them for a while.
We get in to a bed and it’s not long before a Dr comes in and orders an Xray. Off to the Xray area and the Radiologist starts asking Norah questions while they try and get her in the right positioning to distract her from the pain;
R: “You must be in Grade 1?”
N: “No, Grade 2”.
R: “Oh, I have a Son in Grade 2. What school do you go to?”
N: “New Farm State School”
R: Looks at me surprised. “Oh that’s where my son goes. Who is your teacher?”
N: “Ms Maslin”
R: “No way. My son is in her class too. Do you know Max?”
N: “Yes! He’s my friend”
Well that was interesting! It really does prove that we are living in such a small world. Well, at least Brisbane feels that way.
The results come back not long after. No break or fracture. The Dr puts her in a sling and says to take it easy for a couple of days and that it might just be a bad sprain.
It is Wednesday and its the last week of school before the school holidays. Ughhh. She is really adamant to go to school though, I’m sure it is mainly to show off to her friends her new pink sling ha.
I take her in to school the next day and let the teacher and school nurses know, as well as the Jabiru (after school care) teachers know. They know us pretty well now haha. She has a pretty good day that day, and made it to Jabiru in the afternoon, here’s me thinking I’ll need to go and pick her up early… I get a call from the Jabiru teachers an hour into it who say she was accidentally pushed by someone into a fence. Yep, her elbow hit the fence. She’s in agony now. They icepack it until I get there.
I told myself if she’s still in pain by Friday afternoon, I’ll take her to the Dr’s to get checked out… A sprain shouldn’t be giving her that much grief still.
It’s Friday and the school are doing a colour run to raise funds. I manage to find a spare white sling incase she get’s the colour powder on her pink one. I get multiple calls from the school that morning, thinking that she’s in pain and needs to come home… Nope, she’s having a good day, but she did bump it and is in a bit of pain, but they’ve iced it. However the nurses don’t want her to participate incase she gets hit on the arm or falls over, which I completely agree with and love that they care so much. So I say that’s fine, just let her watch.
Around 30 minutes later I get another call saying that Norah and her teacher, Ms Maslin, really want her to participate and that Ms Maslin will be standing right next to her the whole time. Of course I say that’s totally fine.
I call the Dr’s and make an appointment for that afternoon.
I’m in the car queue for pick up and see her completely covered in coloured powder. She’s had a great day but she’s in so much pain.
We go straight to the Dr’s appointment. Her fingertips are still numb and she still can’t move her arm much. Fearing that whatever it was didn’t show up the first time he immediately wants another Xray. We go straight to the Radiologist and have the Xray, but again, it didn’t show anything so they want to schedule an MRI for Monday morning.
We decide that the sling needs to come off for the weekend so she doesn’t lose too much muscle/tightening etc. She was pretty good the whole weekend. She even managed a swim in the ocean.
Sunday night its back to being really painful.
Monday we go in for the MRI, Lola sits with the ladies at the front counter while I go in with Norah. She does well, it went on for 20 minutes and only needed to stop due to pain just as the MRI finished, so that was lucky. Lola had a great time pretending she was the receptionist.
The Dr calls that afternoon with the results and thankfully its nothing other than a bruised bone around the elbow. Thinking she might have inherited my blood disorder and that it might have been a blood clot in the joint. So far so good.
It’s now 2 weeks later, and the first day of the last Term for 2018, she’s done many things including beach swims and ice-skating. She’s had bouts of pain and some times can’t move it or grip a pencil properly.. But it seems it is starting to get better.
*touch wood* We don’t see another hospital for a while! Actually, I already know that’s not true. Tone has to go in to get his nose reconstructed in two weeks. Hopefully he might be able to breath properly after that!
Until next time, hopefully with a lot less accidents 😉 x