Saturday he was a little groggy and whining but nothing out of the ordinary.
Sunday morning after church Mr. Dunbar took the boys to the market. Bogie starting throwing up again and again. So Mr. Dunbar took him to Urgent Care. When the Doctor came in he thought it would be best to do a CT scan to rule out any bleeding or swelling in the brain. It came back negative and we were told to go home, it was probably something viral that coincided with his fall. We were told to make an appointment the following day with Bogie’s regular pediatrician.
Monday morning he seemed okay. So I didn’t call the pediatrician immediately. By 9am Bogie was crying that his head hurt and laying on the floor of his room with his head down. He didn’t want to be turned over or held. So I called the pediatrician’s office to make an appointment, his regular doctor was not in but another doctor would be seeing him. On the way, the doctor’s office called and said not to bring him in but to take him directly to the emergency room. So that’s where I took him. He started vomiting and screaming in the car, which led to more vomiting. In the emergency room Bogie was real lethargic and any time he was sat up for any reason he would vomit again. They completed another CT scan, chest X-ray, urine and blood tests. Everything came back negative. But he was on the verge of becoming dehydrated. The ER nurses tried in eight different places to get an IV in with no success. Finally he stopped vomiting for close to two hours, he ate some jello and water and they told us to go home and bring him back the next day for a follow-up appointment with his normal pediatrician as they had no concrete reason to keep him.
Tuesday, again he woke up fine. Seemed back to normal, a little crabby but nothing to rush back to the hospital over. By noon he had vomited everything back up and was back on the floor with his face down. Again, not wanting to be touched. I took him to his appointment, his pediatrician took one look at him and said she’d be back in a few minutes. When she came back she said they were going to admit him to the hospital over night. The hospital neurologist had Bogie’s chart on his desk and wanted him admitted on the grounds that his concussion symptoms were not getting better. Within an hour he was upstairs in a room.
The pediatric nurses tried six times to get an IV into him. One of the hardest things was hearing Bogie scream over and over, “No Thank You!!! No Thank You!” Or “Almost done, almost done.” And every single time it was not almost done. All of Bogie’s veins kept blowing, the nurse would get the IV in and then it would turn blue. Bogie’s veins were just that dehydrated and fragile. Our nurse finally said, “Let’s take a 20 minute break, let him rest and then we’ll try again one final time.” He came back armed with an infrared light found a vein in Bogie’s foot that hadn’t been tapped out and got the line in. Later he told Mr. Dunbar that was the power of prayer. How cool was that that our nurse took a break to pray that he would get Bogie’s IV in?
Within hours of getting the IV line in Bogie started to perk up. It’s amazing what intravenous meds can do.
When he tried to grab Starbucks through the bars the Doctors thought he’ was ready to go home.
And another sign that he was better; he only wanted Daddy.
Bogie was discharged about 24 hours after he was admitted. He’s doing okay today. He screamed all the way to the check up appointment. But stopped when we got home. Right now he's sleeping.
I need a margarita and then a nap.