Punk and Bug have both been battling a stomach bug for over a week now. This past Sunday Bug was especially cranky and lethargic most of the day so I decided to take both kids into the ER (our only option since I hadn't taken the time to change our Tricare yet). I took them in, three and a half hours later a doctor had squeezed both of their bellies (while they were running around the exam room) and prescribed them some Zofran for the nausea and sent us on our way.
Both kids seemed to be doing much better on Monday and Tuesday, then Wednesday morning we got up and Punk was sick again, throwing up, diarrhea, and he was in A LOT of pain. I had switched our Tricare by then so I called and made an appointment for Punk to see a doctor. We went into the doctor and the doc took a look at Punk, he was crying and in pain, he wouldn't let the doc touch his belly at all so she went and consulted with the pediatrician. They decided that he needed to have a CT on his stomach to see what was going on and that would mean that he had to have an IV hep-lock placed to give him meds for the CT scan and to draw blood for testing. Things were a little crazy after that for a few minutes. I called a friend to come help with Bug and got a hold of Bobby so he could come take over with Bug and make sure I didn't loose it...
While they were putting in the hep-lock Bug was in the room. Punk was crying and screaming, I was holding him down (I'm his mommy, I do the holding down and the comforting whenever doctor's appointments turn sucky) and Bug couldn't see anything that was going on but he was standing next to me trying to get to the bed and to Punk to see why he was crying. Bug started crying too. When it was all over Punk said, "I'm worried, mommy, I'm very worried!", I said, "What are you worried about, Punk?", he responded through his tears, "I'm worried about Bug, he's crying." Such a sweet little boy, going through a scary situation himself and worried about his baby brother because he is crying. I picked Bug up where they could see each other and they both calmed down pretty quickly...the whole day Bug wanted to be as close to Punk as he could get whenever there was a down moment...ah, brotherly love.
Extremely long scary (for me) story short. Punk had what is called mesenteric lymphadenitis. Essentially the lymph nodes surrounding his intestines were swollen, it's not serious and can happen after a bout of "stomach flu" especially in children and adolescents. It goes away with a little time and the pain can be managed with over the counter meds (Tylenol and Motrin). The doctor wanted to see him again today just to follow up.
Punk woke up this morning happy, no vomiting, very little diarrhea, with a seriously ridiculous hungry man appetite. We went to the doctor where Punk was released, just rest until he's back to 100% and make sure he stays hydrated. Keeping him hydrated should be no problem at all since the mere mention of the "thing in his arm" (the hep-lock) is enough to get him to down an entire bottle of Gatorade...
Here is a couple of pictures of my sick little Punk and his IV, he slept a good part of the four and a half hours we were at the doctor yesterday, these were taken after the CT not long before we got to go home.
Okay, now for the funny. As I was putting Punk into the car today after his doctor's appointment he grabbed his crotch. I said to him, "Do you need to go potty?" (he just went in the office right before we left), he responded, "Mom, I need to fix my penis because it's not how I LIKE it." He then proceeded to "adjust", then he said to me, "Okay, my penis is better now, you can buckle me." Seriously? Who is this boy? Why did I think it was such a good idea to teach him the appropriate words for everything? Why did I teach him that he could tell his mommy anything? And is he always going to make me laugh so freaking much? I love that kid...
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