May 29

Sentimental Sunday 2 – It Takes A Village

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Even when he's sick, this kid can bust out the charm.

I randomly took Alistiar to urgent care a few days ago because of what I thought was probably an ear infection. I didn’t want him to have to go the night, completely miserable, without some antibiotics.  While we were there, they took a chest x-ray, and the next thing I know the doctor is telling me he has really bad pneumonia and I should take him to the ER. Talk about being blindsided!  His symptoms went from mild to severe in the course of only a few hours.

You may or may not know this about my family, but we almost lost Noble at 3 months of age due to a severe illness.  He was operated on by the amazing staff at the Huntington Memorial Hospital.  So the idea that I was racing another child back there brought instant anxiety to both Gayle and myself.

The folks at the ER decided that he needed to get an IV for the antibiotics.  This is where things started to get very conflicting.  Two things are going on in a parent at this point.  The first is that we understand that the nurses are there to help our child.  They are skilled at their jobs and they do their best.  The second is that our job as parents is to protect our children, at all costs, no matter what.  So when this nurse guy shoves a w in Alistair’s hand, and Alistair screams and looks at Gayle and I with terror in his eyes, it takes every bit of strength I have not to smash a chair over the guys head.  But I managed. The first time.  The problem was that they couldn’t get the vein.  So that had to poke him again.  And then again.  It turns out that little kids have tough veins to get those IV needles in.  And I understand, now, that it’s not uncommon for it to take multiple attempts.  But as a word of advice to ER nurses, do not EVER mention to the parents that if you can’t get the IV needle in, then you’ll call the pediatric nurses in because they have a special needle for kids and they can always find a vein!  Because then parents will snap at you, like I did, by barking, “Well why can’t you just use that needle the FIRST TIME?!” I’m normally a very friendly individual.  Gayle had to reel me in at that point.

When the pediatric nurses came in, they were soothing, they were calming, very motherly, and they got the needle in on the first try! LOVE LOVE LOVE pediatric nurses!

I do have to say that I completely respect all nurses.  It’s a tough job, and they probably get barked at by a lot of people.  It takes a ton of patience to do what they do. Especially when we don’t fully realize the scope of what they are trying to doing.  I tried to apologize to the guy a couple of times…I felt bad that I murdered him five times in my head.

They then transported us up to the pediatric floor where Alistair spent two days.  The difference with this stay as opposed to when Noble was up there, was that now we had a 5 year old that needed to be cared for while we were hanging with Alistair.  The first night Noble had a sleepover at his friend’s house, and the second night I stayed at our house with him.  The night that I slept at our house with Noble I felt so helpless as a father.  Here I have two kids who need me, yet I can’t be with them both.  I must abandon one of them.  Even though Gayle was sleeping with Alistair, and I know that Alistair is on the mend, I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I was letting him down.  It’s one of those deals where you get it mentally –  you know you are doing the right thing, yet everything in your body is screaming at you for failing the other child.  All I could do was tuck Noble in to our bed and lay with him while he fell asleep. Then I went numb watching A-team on pay per view.  Incidentally, for men, the best temporary remedy for a highly emotional state is to watch the extended HD version of a really bad action movie based on a popular tv show from the 80’s. Works for 129 minutes.  Having text message capabilities was also such a help.  Gayle and I were able to talk back and forth throughout the night.  I love unlimited texting!

Alistair is now feeling much better.  He was running up and down the halls this morning (Saturday) flirting with all the nurses.  That kid has a never ending supply of charm.  We also ran into the doctor that operated on Noble 5 years ago!  She totally remembered him.   And we got a chance to thank her again!  And again.

Chocolate pudding heals all wounds.

We are home now, and I am so happy to have this entire family under one roof again.

There is an expression that “it takes a village to raise a barn”.  No, wait…oh, “It takes a farm to raise a child.” It’s something like that.  I’m probably saying it wrong, but I have to say that the community of families that we are surrounded by are the best.  It must be incredibly difficult to raise a child without the love and help of a communtiy.  Three of the families in Noble’s world were willing to go out of their way to take him on for extremely long stretches of time, and in one case, allow him to spend the night.  This community of parents and children shall forever be deemed, “The Mostestly Wonderifficals.” I know Kayla reads this blog, so THANKS KAYLA! Lefflers and the Garcias: HUGE THANKS TO YOU AS WELL!

Thanks for indulging in another Sentimental Sunday.  Tuesday we return to our regularly comedic posts as I explain the proper way to garbage a piece of your child’s artwork.  SAY WHAT?!

 

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