I just had a major epiphany. Some babies really are "hospital babies". My 1.5 year old is one, and it really doesnt make me feel good about it. I kind of wonder if she wasnt sent here as "test" to see if I would survive. This child makes "dare devil" look like a game of house. Its insane.
I have heard "No more monkeys jumping on the bed" 6 times today. All because she, her 3 year old sister, and their 2 year old cousin, were, in fact, jumping on the bed. Actually, they were jumping off the headboard on to the bed. Well. After 17 times pulling them off, telling them no, putting them on the corner, the older two got it. They went and played downstairs in the living room, watching "yo gabba gabba".
Next thing I hear: THUD. Screaming. I go running up the stairs, and I see her laying on the floor with her foot caught in between the boards. Great. Another major ouchie probably.
I pick her up, carry her downstairs, and hold her, trying to love her better. After a minute, she is fine, and starts walking over to the stairs. Knee looks like its giving out, she starts screaming. CRAP. Broken knee or something. Those people are gonna think I abuse the hell outta her. I call the doctor. "She fell and it looks like she twisted her leg up in the headboard, and then fell off. She seems to be unable to put any pressure on it."
"Can you get her here in 25 Minutes?"
"Yes, well be there."
And, of course when we get there, she wants to run all over the place, no matter how bad it is hurting or how many times it has popped out. And, of course, when we get to the doctor, she walks back and forth between us 10 times, and nothing happens. He even pushes, pokes, prods, twists, and pulls, and she doesnt wince or act like it hurts. He says "She may have sprained it a little, just watch her till Monday, and if it isnt better, bring her back, and we will go from there." Great. Maybe she was just a little hurt, no biggie, she'll be fine, and no casts! Woo hoo!
No. We get over to Grandmas house to get her sister. We come in, I put her down, and am just about to say the words "he thinks its sprained" when it gives out again. Blam! Smacks into the counter. Screaming, crying, and sobbing come out of her mouth, all at once. I have knees that dislocate and pop and snap, I know what that feels like. The tears begin falling out of my eyes, as they often do when my kids are hurt and I cant fix it.
"She is hurt, Krista, she needs to go to the hospital, not doctor. Did they do an exray?"
"No, he wanted me to wait and see if it gets better." This was yesterday, Friday, the 10th of February.
We get home. She fell asleep in the car, so I put her into bed. Her 3 year old sister is playing with her 2 year old cousin, and all is well for a minute. Actually, 15 minutes.
Screaming from the baby. I go running in the room where she was sleeping, and there she is, laying on the floor, with her foot caught AGAIN in the bed. I pick her up, half ready to start screaming myself. I dont want to go to the hospital today. I call the doctor.
"She wasnt quite walking as good as she was in there, and then she went to bed, but when she woke up, she must've done it again, she was caught in it again. Should I take her in and get exrays?"
"Well, I would rather you just wait, we dont like doing ex-rays on babies unless its absolutely necessary. If she cant walk at all, it gets too bad, and there is alot more swelling, take her in. If not, see you Monday." WHAT?! You want me to watch this kid in pain all weekend, not knowing if I am tearing it up worse or not? At this time, I am getting a little worked up. I am thinking that if he is wrong, and we hurt her worse, he is gonna be hearing from her real doctor, who he was covering for. Thinking maybe I should go against his word, and do it anyway.
Then, she climbs off my lap, and takes off like a bat outta hell. Ok, no dislocating, screaming, or falling. Maybe she will be ok. Maybe she just has moms knees.
So, after a couple of hours, another small nap later, and some very hard playing, she starts limping. GREAT. Now maybe I need to take her. She hasnt fallen, but she is in pain.
Dad comes home. She is being her cute, bratty, lovey self. She gives him loves, as usual. Then she hops off, and she takes three steps, culminating with her falling on her face again because it keeps giving out. Its 9:30.
We get ready for bed, another day gone, wondering if I am going to the hospital with a baby in the morning.
7:30, and here we are. Baby gets up, running all over, albeit slightly whiny. She hasnt yet fallen over it, though. So we will see. If it doesnt happen again, he was right. If it does, he may still be right, but we are getting a second opinion at an ER. This will be her 8th time since she was born if we go.
I have been in that ER with someone so much in the last year that one of the security guards knows how I like my coffee. We even have a little joke when we see each other.
He shakes his head, followed by "dont even ask" from me. Then we smile, and he says he is giving me a "volunteer security coat" because thats what I do in my free time there. When my son was in the hospital for a week, when he was asleep, I would go downstairs and harass the night guards because they had better coffee, and better smoking areas. They love me, they just wont admit it.
Its Monday, now, and I think shes ok. I think she is gonna be fine, no falling, giving out, or serious ouches since Saturday, I think we will be ok, YAY!
This is the way it goes, and it would take all day to get out every visit I have had with that child. The smacking her head, the blister on her foot, the pretzel stick she found under the couch that she got lodged in her throat (till My friend managed to push it down, saved her, scared the hell outta me), the time she got her first bead in her ear, RSV at 4 months, and on and on we go. We spent the first month of her life getting blood tests in the lab there to ensure her bilyruben (jaundice, dont know if its spelled right, lol) became normal. I have never seen so much stabbing of a babies foot, and she was so tired of being poked, it wasnt even funny. She would see that tech and cry. I think that lady said she was gonna quit the last time we were there.
I wont even go into my nephew, who is exactly the same way. Actually, two of them come to mind.
How many hospital babies do you have?