Downhill

My time with the children sans Amy was going so well…until Sunday night when it all went downhill fast. I will spare you the details but I have had some health issues over the past week that have messed with my stomach. I have done some bloodwork and tests that show something going on with my liver and my doctor thinks it has to do with leftover gall stones from my gallbaldder removal surgery 11 years ago, yes I said 11 years ago. I had been fine for several days but when I went to bed on Sunday night I had some discomfort and I woke up at midnight in a pretty decent amount of pain. I struggled with the pain until 3:15am when I fell back asleep only to wake up again at 5am with another round of pain. I fell back asleep at 6:15am but had to get the kids off to school at 7am so I slept very little over the course of the night. I stayed in bed with pain most of yesterday and saw my Doctor in the afternoon. He is sending me to a specialist tomorrow but told me to go home and get back in bed. I heeded his instructions and put my oldest daughter, Olivia, in charge of dinner, bedtime routine, and making sure the kids did not kill each other. At this point I had a fever of 103 and had not eaten in 24 hours so needless to say I was not in good shape.

At 7pm I told Olivia to tell the other kids to take a shower and start getting ready for bed. My youngest, Nathaniel, decided he would take the shower request and turn it into a chance to run from Olivia and make her chase him down. I could hear his laughter running from room to room and hear Olivia calmly telling him to go take a shower. I heard a door open and shut and the laughter turned to screaming. Olivia had accidentally slammed Nathaniel’s pinky in the door leading to our garage and Nathaniel was screaming that scream that indicates a real problem. I called them into my room and looked at Nathaniel’s hand to find a good chunk of his pinky was sliced open and bleeding all of over the place. I immediately jumped up and started working on Nathaniel’s pinky while he screamed for his Mommy. I was doing everything in my power at that moment not to pass out from the combination of my own sickness and the fact that blood was everywhere. Our neighbor, Jamie, came over and helped me wrap up his finger and drove us to the Emergency Room. We spent a few hours in the ER and Nathaniel got 6 stitches in that tiny pinky of his. Yesterday was not one of the better days I have ever experienced.

So, today Nathaniel and I are resting together in my bed watching PBS and waiting for Amy to come home and rescue us from ourselves.

~ by brianseay on May 13, 2008.