Today's the day. Tuesday, Sept. 4, 2012. I got so mad that I started a blog. Enough is enough. I'm dealing with some health stuff personally (more to come about that in a future post). And Jude was suppose to go back to UNI's preschool this morning and then to St. John's preschool this afternoon. Lucy is at school all day. I was suppose to get some work done via my home office.
The drop off went great. I came to pick him up at 11:30 and he's crying. Jude doesn't cry often (he throws a fit, says no, no way, etc.) but a real cry that I knew meant he was in pain. He wouldn't move his left arm. We got home. He wouldn't eat. He wouldn't drink. He just has a floppy arm and was still crying. We've been to urgent care dozens of times with this issue.
I'd had it. Jude has other medical issues (more about that also in a future post), but the daily grind of a kid who can't really take care of himself/keep himself safe/gets constantly hurt put me over the edge. I added "dislocated joints" to the continued growing list of symptoms in my Google search for a diagnosis (today's black hole of about an hour of my life).
My cell rang. I almost didn't answer it I was so mad. It was Chris' sister, Brenda. When I told her what was up, she said her kid had this thing called "Nursemaid Elbow" and it ran in the family. She said there was a way to fix it.
Like a good mom, I Googled it. I watched several people (a few of whom were healthcare professionals) showing a technique to fix said problem. They said it couldn't harm them as long as it wasn't broken. So I tried it. Nothing happened. I watched a few more videos for inspiration. I was a little firmer, and pop. The ligament in his elbow realigned. I said, "Better?" and he said, "yes!". I waited a few minutes and he wasn't crying, but he still wasn't using it. Then he whimpered again. I tried the technique and his wrist popped. Complete success! He started using his arm/hand. (Thanks Brenda and Jimmy!)
The drop off went great. I came to pick him up at 11:30 and he's crying. Jude doesn't cry often (he throws a fit, says no, no way, etc.) but a real cry that I knew meant he was in pain. He wouldn't move his left arm. We got home. He wouldn't eat. He wouldn't drink. He just has a floppy arm and was still crying. We've been to urgent care dozens of times with this issue.
I'd had it. Jude has other medical issues (more about that also in a future post), but the daily grind of a kid who can't really take care of himself/keep himself safe/gets constantly hurt put me over the edge. I added "dislocated joints" to the continued growing list of symptoms in my Google search for a diagnosis (today's black hole of about an hour of my life).
My cell rang. I almost didn't answer it I was so mad. It was Chris' sister, Brenda. When I told her what was up, she said her kid had this thing called "Nursemaid Elbow" and it ran in the family. She said there was a way to fix it.
Like a good mom, I Googled it. I watched several people (a few of whom were healthcare professionals) showing a technique to fix said problem. They said it couldn't harm them as long as it wasn't broken. So I tried it. Nothing happened. I watched a few more videos for inspiration. I was a little firmer, and pop. The ligament in his elbow realigned. I said, "Better?" and he said, "yes!". I waited a few minutes and he wasn't crying, but he still wasn't using it. Then he whimpered again. I tried the technique and his wrist popped. Complete success! He started using his arm/hand. (Thanks Brenda and Jimmy!)
Afterwards, I called Chris. He said any good mom would have definitely Googled a technique and tried it at home (insert sarcasm here). That's when I said, "Today I was so mad I almost started a blog." Two hours later this gem showed up in my inbox. Thanks babe.
I'm going to try to end each blog with a Cinquain Poem (that I learned by reading Junie B Jones to my daughter):
Lemons
Bitter, Bright
Squeezed Fresh Daily
Lemons Turned to Lemonade
Life
Lemons
Bitter, Bright
Squeezed Fresh Daily
Lemons Turned to Lemonade
Life
And one more link: SLIDESHOW: What A Woman's Bad Day Looks Like, According To Stock Photos