Here we go again…
Experiencing yet another night and morning of crying and
screaming and thrashing about, I finally decided to take my girl to the
ER. Something was definitely distressing
her greatly; nothing was helping: Advil,
hydrocodone,
diazapam, etc. I tried everything we had/I could think of to
calm her and make her comfortable.
My less than enthusiastic husband “volunteered” to join
me-as usual starting out with the same old same old “every time we plan to go
on vacation something happens to her” (we are supposed to be leaving on a
family road trip next week) – really dear?
I am stressed enough and do not need you to add to it with your
comments. Please calm down to help us
through this chapter of Kaet’s life.
Pack her backpack, make sure we have the feeding tube
extensions (
NCH doesn’ t have them- found that out the hard way last trip to
the ER), DVD player -an absolute must have, extra clothes, diapers, towels, juice,
etc. (all the necessities of leaving the house with our special girl). Change
the clothes she is wearing – absolutely soaked with sweat from thrashing about
all morning, load the wheelchair in the car, Kaet in her car seat and off we
go.
The ride there was actually uneventful; almost had my
doubts that we needed the ER visit, but knew I would regret it if I didn’t make
sure she was okay. We arrived at the ER
and thankfully there were only a couple people ahead of us (adults that
wouldn’t be going to the peds section) this should be quick, right? Of course
not, we waited and Todd wheeled her back and forth through the waiting area
while she cried and screamed in her chair. Taking too long he decided to try to
carry her around (5ft tall and 80 lbs) until they could get around to her. I could see his frustrations building.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we were called
upon.
Staff: “Will she be cooperative for stats?”
Me: ” No, not
really!”
Staff: “Do you know how much she weighs?”
Me: “Approximately 80
pounds.“
Staff: "That won’t work , the Doctor will need an exact
weight. Will she stand for a minute on
the scale?"
Me: “No.”
Staff: “Can she sit on the other type of scale?”
Me: “No”
Even so, back to the room to get stats we go – all the while
my husband carrying our “little” girl! UGH!
After the adventure of getting her weighed and attempting to
get an O2 reading on a screaming child; we finally were taken back to the exam
room to see the Doctor, so we thought.
We arranged Kaet on the stretcher as best we could, set up her DVD
player and tried to keep her calm. It
was then that I noticed it; what was that strange “ball like” look to her
collar bone? – Yep, before the Dr. even walked in, it was obvious, we were
dealing with a broken collar bone.
Smiley Face
The Doctor walks in after at least 15 minutes (mind you I
said there was no one in Peds at the time). After explaining the events leading
to our decision to come to the ER, I pointed out to her what we had seen. She touched it and said yes, looks like a
broken collar bone. We’ll have to get an
x-ray. By this point Kaet was out of
control; I was almost lying on top of her to try to keep her from thrashing
about and Todd trying to keep her arm from moving around. I had to ask the Doctor for something to help
relax her; from the options given, my best guess at what would help was
Ativan.
Again, we wait as they take their time
getting the meds, then wait for it to take effect, NOT! My girl is a fighter, kept on going screaming,
crying and thrashing about.
X-ray came in with a portable machine to make it “easier” –
we did our best to keep her as still as we could ; did pretty well… only took
two tries to get the x-ray.
Smiley Face
Nurse came back to tell us the Doctor was waiting to see the
results and asked if there was something he could do for us. OMG, PLEASE get
something to help relax her; obviously the Ativan was doing nothing. Again we waited and waited and waited…Finally,
I asked my husband to take control of Kaet, I was going to see what the heck
was going on…
As I approached the nurses’ station, I saw, the Doctor, the
nurse and two interns/assistants (not really sure) chatting. Immediately the nurse responded with “we are
waiting for the morphine to come up and the Doctor is just looking at the x-ray.”
The Doctor then stood and came over to
explain the nature of the fracture and that she had a call in to Kaet’s
orthopedic surgeon to see how he wanted to handle it.
I went back to the room to help my husband again while we
waited for the morphine. I explained to
him that Kaet’s Ortho was not on call this weekend, but his associate and the
ER Doctor was waiting to hear back. As
soon as I knew it was the Doctor’s associate, I knew we were just going to be
sent home and told to go see the Doctor tomorrow. – BINGO! – ½ hr later the Doctor
came in to tell me what I already knew!
During the wait, the nurse did bring the morphine, so Kaet was finally
trying to calm down, but having difficulty getting her breathe as she worked
herself up too far. Her lips kept
turning blue as she tried to suck air into her nose (she couldn’t get her
breathing pattern straight) and kept getting scared and then hold her breath.
Above: Kaet peers over at her mom during horseback riding, Oct. 2010.
Finally the morphine kicked in and they were able to bandage
her arm around her torso to help keep her from moving it. Kaet was OUT!
Smiley Face And we were on our way home with Rx for
morphine in hand to help get us through the night.
As I sit here writing this, I listen to my girl moaning in
discomfort, but finally “relaxed.” Tomorrow
we will head to the Orthopedic and see what the prognosis will be. I do know however, at Kaet’s last checkup we
had already discussed the possibility of this event inevitably occurring (Kaet
had bone deformities) and that we would be doing surgery to plate the bone to
prevent this from happening again.
My wish to share is for our special needs kids to be treated
just that and not be cared for following
“normal” protocol when being taken to the ER – if we are there, there is
ABSOLUTELY something wrong and they should be urgently; especially when they
are the ONLY patient in that area at the time. Do not just “avoid” us by
putting us in the room in the corner and shut the door. We are there because we
need help!!! - Our kids cannot understand
what is happening and cannot be “reasoned” with to remain calm.
It took all had to keep myself strong for my girl; the last
thing she needed was mommy breaking down on her too.
By Christine
