ER Trips

What a crazy few days we've had. Last night T got home from YM and complained of a
stomach ache. He hadn't had dinner yet so I asked him what he wanted. He wanted soup,
so I told him to go shower while I'm warmed some up. He ate and was still complaining.
I told him to go to bed and gave him a heating bag to put on his tummy. He fell asleep almost instantly so I thought we had things under control. Boy was I wrong. Maybe 45 minutes later I heard him calling me. I went into his room and he was curled up crying, telling me how much he hurt, and asking and asking for me to help him. I felt so helpless because I didn't know how to help him and he was pleading with me. He kind of rolled out of bed and army crawled into the living room. The pain at this point was not as bad. But after a few minutes it hit again.
I called a friend who is a paramedic and she came over to check things out. She said his vitals looked good, but he looked pale. Then he had another "attack" and she said if it were her kid she would take him in. So, off to the ER we went. During all the commotion and screaming, the other kids woke up startled by all the noise. They were scared and started crying. I told them T would be fine and that they could go lay in my bed if they wanted.
My SIL came over to be with the kids until my parents could get there.

The nurses in the ER were really nice. They got to us right away and treated T very well. They hooked him up to an IV, took some blood, had an x-ray (to make sure the magnets he swallowed a month ago weren't causing any problems), and got some morphine. The diagnosis: they weren't sure. His white blood cell count was slightly elevated, but everything else looked fine. So, they sent us home on a notice to be cautious. If the pain came back he would need to go back to a doctor or to the ER. Once we got home he went right to sleep, and we found 3 sleeping kiddos in our bed. It's frustrating to go to a doctor and not really know what the problem is. It could have been really bad gas. I kind of wonder if he was passing a kidney stone. Don't know. But, today he's feeling better and I'm grateful for that. Better to be safe than sorry. We kept all the kids home from school today because I knew they needed the sleep.

You would think the drama ends there, but oh no there's more. We got home from the hospital around 1:15 a.m. My parents were there and I remembered that I needed to go clean the dance studio. My Dad came with me to help. He's such a nice dad. We got done cleaning and got back to my house around 2:15 a.m., and found my Mom sick on the catch. Her stomach was hurting, she thought maybe she was having a heart attack. So, off to the ER they went. DH and I finally went to bed around 3:00 a.m. At 4:30 a.m. I got a call from my Mom telling me that they were going to admit her because she started throwing up blood. She finally was released this afternoon. Her diagnosis: severe case of acid reflux that masks as a heart attack and an ulcer. I'm kind of mad that they released her because she has to go back for an endoscopy, a colonoscopy, and something for her heart. I don't know why they didn't just keep her and do the tests while she was already there. She still isn't feeling very well. I hope everything come back fine and that she will recover quickly. No fun to have sickies especially during the holidays.

When my alarm went off this morning at 7:30, I was exhausted. I went to work and did all my regular daily things. Now I'm watching "Survivor" and I will be going to bed right after this.
I hope I sleep well, I need it. Whew, what a day.