Man, I’m not sure what I’ve done lately to make God angry, but I’d better figure it out soon! I haven’t been able to blog about this (or anything) cause my life is so crazy-hectic these days. More on that later. Now, the vacation tale:
Three weeks ago we went camping with our church. It’s an annual event (we missed the first one due to Jack’s breaking his leg the week before) and we’d been looking forward to it for a while. Max started coughing Thursday as we were packing the (rented) camper. I noticed him wheezing, too, but figured it would go away on its own. I’ve heard that in him before, but it usually never lasted more than a couple of hours, and was never accompanied by any other symptoms. We drove out to Petit Jean mountain and set up camp next to our real-life neighbors and started having lots of fun. I noticed Max was still breathing hard as we went to bed. The next morning I really wanted to check him out…I figured he’d be well rested. Oh, the night before he went to bed without a smore and without watching a movie Tj was setting up with his new projector. I figured something was up if he willingly missed those things. I could still hear a wheeze in his chest, and at breakfast I could see his shoulders move up and down with each breath. Not good. I called the AFB and a nurse called back; she said if we see that movement he needs to go to an ER. Really??!! I said his lips nor fingernails were blue and she told me those were late symptoms and we didn’t want to wait for those :-) So we started packing up. The camper was an all-in-one unit. We weren’t in a hurry, though, I made sure Max got a smore before we left. I figured we might just go home if they kept us too long at the ER and I didn’t want him to miss out. Crystal said we could use their car so we wouldn’t have to pack up, but after our second-to-last ER trip I hated to take a chance on a quick visit.
While Max and I were in the ER Tj and Jack went to Wal-Mart across the street to beef up our supplies. Max got an x-ray and got to ride in the ‘green cadillac’ (a 70’s-green wheelchair). He got a breathing treatment and was sent home with an inhaler and some antibiotics; I was told he had bronchitis and his doctor should check for asthma. This being the first time something like this has brought him to the ER in his 6.5 years of living I don’t think he has asthma; Max’s doc agreed with me. Tj picked us up and we drove back to WM to drop off the prescription. I made sandwiches in the parking lot, LOL. All in all we were gone just a couple of hours. Not bad.
We got back to the campsite where more of our friends were unloading/setting up and we had a good story to tell. I was really surprised the stress we felt, Tj and I had a rough couple of days there. Fortunately we didn’t let it ruin our trip. We got back on track by Saturday. After that bump we had a good time; there were 28 other families from our church there. I think it was Saturday afternoon when I saw Jack playing by the back of the truck with our water bottles. All of a sudden I saw him start to shove one up our tailpipe! I called out ‘No, Jack’ a few times, each time getting more stern until I was yelling, but that son-of-a-gun just pushed it as far up there as he could reach! I was so stunned! Little punk! I spanked him for disobeying and Tj had to pull that bottle out with a pair of pliers.
All of the other campers left Sunday, we stayed till Monday. We packed up and were about ready to head out. Tj started the engine and wouldn’t you know it 2 more water bottles shot out of the tailpipe!!! I had looked up in there and not seen anything. I think that crazy kid is trying to kill us! :-)
During that trip I (without realizing it) missed two pills in a row. I’m pretty sure that’s what caused most of my stress last week. I just kept feeling so awful emotionally. The kicker came Monday. Backstory: Jack has about the crappiest timeslot for therapy: 11:15-1:30 Monday and Wednesday. All the kids in daycare get the prime slots. [Seems to me they should get the crappy slots since they stay in one place all day…guess this is what I get for actually wanting to raise my own child. End childish rant.] I feed Jack ‘lunch’ at 10:30, and he goes down for a nap as soon as we get home around 1:45. This schedule is also making it harder for me to remember his lunch dose of benadryl. If I miss a dose his nose starts to run like crazy, but I can’t give him one at 10:30 because it’s too soon. The Wednesday before this the OT said she got a new kid and could she push J’s schedule forward 1/2 an hour (so he’d get done at 2pm instead of 1:30)? I had her number, would I please call her when I decided? End of backstory. Monday morning as I’m walking out the door to go to Homeschool Co-op the DT (who sees Jack first) called to confirm the schedule change. I said no, I’d decided to keep the crappy schedule instead of moving to a crappier schedule. 5 minutes later as I’m pulling into the church the OT calls to say, oh, well, really I’ve changed the schedule. If you want Jack to see me you’ll have to stay later. !! I was very calm, but I told her that Jack was the one she was hurting, and I was really annoyed that she presented it as an option and now that I’m driving and going into school she’s telling me the real story. I sounded so much better on the phone :-) But really, I have no power in this situation.
We went on to Co-op, I was fine. I had to lead the Reading Fluency class that day I found out after I arrived, but it was no big deal. Then I found out J’s teachers gave him the nice looking banana I had packed for myself instead of the snack I’d put in his diaper bag, or the only ok-looking banana I’d meant to give him. Whatever. Then we drove to therapy. Jack ate the rest of his lunch in the truck spilling lots of crumbs on his belly. Then he proceeded to deliberately dump his water right into his lap. I pulled him out of the truck and he looked like he’d vomited all over himself. I didn’t even explain to the numerous parents walking by that he hadn’t. I went in to calmly talk to the therapists about the schedule change and tears started running down my face. I kept saying I’m annoyed about the schedule, but that’s not why I’m crying. Honest. Lovely. I hate crying in front of other people! It’s humiliating! But there was nothing I could do to stop. I cried till the tears stopped all the while trying to find a better solution to the schedule. Long and short: there’s not really anything better. Sigh. All that crying for nothing :-)
Anyway, this week nothing has changed. We’re still on the new schedule, I still homeschool as much, led the Wed night Bible study, etc that I did last week. But this week I’m so much calmer. I can only surmise that it was all hormones from the missed pills. I don’t even kid myself that I’ve matured enough to handle life’s little crap piles with grace. Heh. Lesson: Don’t Miss a Pill!!
I have more to tell but I also have a poopy diaper awaiting me. Ciao.