ER Love

Yes.. It’s True.. The ER loves us. We’ve found this out the hard way of course w/ two trips to the ER in 10 days.

Now most would be like huh? Isnt that stressful? Is everyone okay?

Hell ya its stressful.. And everyone is okay at this point except for me of course.. Because i’m falling dangerously due to the stress of it all. It’s stressed me the hell out and I feel like snapping. Not only have we made two trips to the ER in 10 days but we’ve also made 3 trips to the Drs office in those 10 days and another trip coming up on this Thursday.

One would hope that this wasnt all for the same kid right? I’m not that lucky. No it’s all Wyatt.. Every last bit of it..

Sunday started off like any other sunday.. Us laying around being extremely lazy and refusing to move.  Typical Sunday.. All day was a good day only dinner was running rather late. We didnt get to sit down until about 10:20 to eat. As soon as Wyatt was finished eating I went to change his diaper. In the middle of his diaper change he starts choking on something. I didnt even know he had something in his mouth. I immediately assumed it was food. At first I didnt panic. I am trained in first aid and know how to do all of it and have had to use it in the past and everything was fine.

Only this time when I was trying to clear his air way nothing was happening. He was still choking and gasping for air and it was getting worse. I swiped his mouth to see if he had anything in it and I could feel something towards the back of his mouth. I kept trying to clear his air way and nothing was happening. I swiped again and felt metal. I knew immediately what it was. It was the little metal lock off of Jewel’s diary. I had already told her to put it up earlier in the day and obviously she didnt do a good job of hiding it.

At that point I was starting to panic. He was struggling to breathe and I couldn’t help him so I called 911. I was put on hold!!!!!!!!!!!! It wasn’t for long but it was long enough for me to really start panicking. When the emergency operator finally came on he was trying to get me to calm down. I explained what was going on and Wyatt suddenly started throwing up. But the lock was still lodged in his throat. The operator dude kept telling me as long as he was throwing up and crying he was going to be okay. He kept repeating that if he was throwing up he was okay. Then he told me the ambulance was on their way and then he let me go..

At this point i’m scared and crying and the other kids are crying and finally Wyatt is crying. As the ambulance pulled into my drive way Wyatt threw up part of the lock. I looked in his throat and could still see a piece lodged in his throat but when the large part came out he started talking and acting fine even though he still had that piece lodged in there.

The paramedics looked him over and looked in his throat and after they tried to remove it they determind that he had to go to the ER and would need to be sedated b/c he wouldnt let them in to get it out. So we had a nice lovely (NOT) ride to the ER in  an ambulance.

If you’ve never ridden in one. I don’t suggest it. I will NEVER understand why a drunk calls 911 for an ambulance ride to the hospital. Its not fun. It makes you sick. Riding backwards is not a fun way to ride. The movement is weird and awkward and it makes you sick. I felt nauseated the entire ride and an ambulance is a very very bumpy way to get to the hospital. Even so Wyatt managed to fall asleep after scaring us all b/c he looked so weird and started acting lethargic. Apparently choking on a lock really tuckers you out b/c he went to sleep and we had trouble waking him up.

Once at the hospital the nurse came in and they tried to run a line so they could sedate him. This is where we found out how strong Wyatt is.. Everytime they’d poke him he’d twist and turn and manage to blow the line. 3 people is not enough to hold down a 2 (almost 3) year old. After 2 tries they gave up and said they were going to wait on the dr. The dr comes in and decides she is NOT touching it. She calls in a specialist. They came in and told me they had called in the Head guy for that area.. Well apparently head guy couldnt make it in ample time so they decided to attempt it themselves.

I was almost scared to let them do it. The dr looked incredibly nervous. She looked like she might pass out. I started to panic but had to hold it together. It took 6 people to hold down my 2(amost 3) year old and even then he was still almost able to get loose. Once it was removed he held onto me for dear life. I had to pry him off me. He had a death grip.. From his chest up was broken out in lil red dots. The nurse said thats normal b/c he was straining so hard and so massively pissed off..

Even today he still has some of those dots around his face and mainly around his eyes.

The nurses kept going on and on about how they couldnt believe that Wyatt didnt cry the entire time. They kept saying how tough he was. And now he is an extremely tough lil boy. That much I know for a fact. He may not have shed a tear but dont let that fool you into thinking this wasnt a terrifying horrible experience. He screamed like we were killing him. I have never heard him scream like that. It broke my heart so bad. It was horrible. I felt horrible and I was scared they were going to make it worse or hurt him or something. It was bad. He never shed a tear but he was not happy and he was in some amount of pain.

It was a horrible experience. While there I had them look at his ear (see last post) b/c it had started bleeding earlier in the day. They looked and at this point it was pouring blood. The ER Dr refused to treat it b/c he was currently being treated by his ped for the ear infection. They told me to follow up w/ his ped the next day.

Monday I called the ped and explained everything to his dr. His dr said that there was nothing more he could do that I needed to follow up w/ his ENT and to explaine vrything to the ENT about the ER visit and all that fun stuff and to tell them he needed to be seen ASAP. They couldnt get him in until Thursday.. So Thursday we head to the ENT..

So its been rather chaotic and drama filled here lately.. I’m exhausted from the stress.. I feel like i’m coming undone and Wyatt is determind to make me go grey early.. Oh boy 2 year olds are fun!

The worst part about the ER visit was hubs behavior. He was such an ass (surprise anyone?) He was rude to the paramedics and to the ER staff. He kept telling me he could have removed it himself. I ended up waiting until the ER staff left out of the room and got in his face and told him that I didnt care how he treated them when they were treating him as a patient but when it comes to my children.. He will be nothing but respectful towards them. That when it comes to my child being taken care of he better watch his fucking mouth or he’d be the next one in the hospital. And I meant every word.. I had had enough! I draw the line when my kids are concerned.