On GJ's last night I got a phone call from my dad. He was in the hospital and had fallen and broken his ankle. Despite that during that call he said he didn't want me to come out, I had a feeling that I would need to anyway. So the next day after GJ left I spent hours on the phone arranging care for Grandpa and things for the boys and I to travel to Arizona to spend a couple weeks with my dad. I got everything packed up(which was an undertaking on such short notice) and on Monday morning my mom came over at 5:45 am and took us to the airport. Isaac was full blown sick by this point, but all in all getting through security and waiting for the plane and then the actual plane ride itself went very smoothly. We got to Arizona at 8:30 am and had a car waiting for us to take us to my dad's house.
When we got to the house I got the kids in and into my dad's room to hang out and watch tv while I got the luggage in and said hello to Grandpa. I've told a lot of people the story of when I walked into the house, but for the sake of not making anyone vomit. Let's just say my grandpa uses a portable toilet and it was full. But I summoned all of the strength I had and got things cleaned up for him and got the house smelling better. I got him breakfast and then when he was settled back in his room, the boys and I went and got lunch at McD's and then went to the hospital to get my dad. Luckily they were in the process of getting him out of the hospital so about an hour later we were on our way home with him. When we got things settled at home Lysander went to sleep but Isaac was still up so I left my dad in bed and went to the grocery to get the necessities for the boys and to pick up dad's pain meds. As I was finishing up at the store, my dad called and said he had fallen. So I went home and tried in vain to pick him up off the floor but it was no use. Thankfully he had managed to not hurt his injured leg but we had to call the fire department to come get him back in to bed. It was probably a blessing in disguise because ever since then my dad has been more than careful about getting up and down and normally makes sure than I'm around to help if need be.
The rest of the day passed without incident until the kids were going to bed. Isaac fell asleep first as he had no nap but as we were all laying there, I became more and more anxious about how his breathing sounded. I called a 24 hour nurse line that I knew of in Indianpolis and talked to an RN and she said she thought I had better go the the ER right away. Luckily by this time Lysander was asleep so I went in and told my dad that I was taking Isaac to the ER and that Lysander was asleep but if he woke up just to put cartoons on and let him curl up in the chair. I rushed Isaac back to the ER in the hospital my dad had been in and as soon as we walked up and I told them what was wrong a nurse was there to take us back. He had a temperature of 103 and in about five seconds a doctor came over and was checking him out and said she thought it was probably crupe(I have no clue if that's the right spelling) but they'd x-ray to make sure it's not pneumonia too. So he got x-rays and then he had an albuteral breathing treatment and he was finally breathing better. They came back with the x-ray results and said it was crupe and pneumonia. They started him on steroids and he is now recovering, though they said that once he's off the meds he could have a relapse with the crupe and if so I'd pretty much have no choice but to bring him back to the ER.
Not going to lie, I have NEVER been as scared as I was when I was taking him to the ER that night. His breathing was labored and he was so upset and I was completely freaked out. When the kids had H1N1 a couple years ago and kept spiking extremely high fevers I thought I knew what scared was, but this was infinately worse. When we got home around midnight I had missed a call from GJ saying he was in Kuwait and I pretty much broke down, however, Isaac was asleep and breathing fine when I brought him in so the second I layed down on the couch I passed out.
From there things have gotten marginally better with the kids and much better with dad and Grandpa. The cleaning people came so now I just have to do upkeep with the house rather than really deeply clean it. Dad is doing better every day with getting around and managing things. I've fallen into a semi routine with everyone in getting things for them and then when they don't need me getting other things done. Of course dad's dishwasher is broken right now so I'm having to do dishes by hand. It seems there is always laundry to be done, and I've done some major organzing of things, but all this will help my aunt's when they come out to take over for me in a week and a half. Unfortunately I think the next thing I will have to contend with is whether or not Lysander gets what Isaac has because his health has been deteriorating just like Isaac's was before the ER visit. I called our pediatrician but they said I'd just have to wait to see how bad it gets. I can't take him before because they won't be able to pre treat anything. So that's awesome.
The good news is, it doesn't really matter where the kids are sick. They would feel just as bad at home as they do here. Might be a bit easier for me to take care of them, but that's life. I'm really glad that I was able to come out here on such short notice because any other option was not something I was prepared to live with. Plus I would have been really worried and I feel much more secure now that I am in control of the situation out here. Yes, in case you didn't already know, I am a total control freak. ;)
The world spins on and I just keep thinking that which does not kill us makes us stronger... or something like that. ;) Fingers crossed and sending prayers up that nothing more catastrophic will happen for quite some time because I think I've filled my 2011 quota!
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