Phew. I'm finally get to sit, drink my coffee, and blog (my stress relief). Yesterday morning I was so crazy busy that I didn't get my coffee... and that always leads to a big fat headache. So this morning, I think I'll have two cups. The mornings are usually the only time I have to sit and blog- while sleepy head catches up from pooping all through the night. And don't even get me started on my soap operas- if I miss those, you probably shouldn't talk to me the rest of the day:)
Yesterday was rough for the little man. First we went to the dentist- yes we had to pin him down while he was hysterical, but it was only for a minute, if that. So it wasn't that bad. She suggested that we pull his front 8 teeth (4 top and 4 bottom). I don't want to do that. I was SO happy when I cancelled surgery last time and decided not to pull them. I LOVE his little teeth- and no, I just don't want to keep them in because I love them... I think if we pull his teeth, it will cause more problems because then he will have tissue (probably raw, unhealed tissue)... and when he knaws on his "binkie blanket," he's just going to re-open or blister that tissue anyway. And I will absolutely NOT take away his "binkie blankets"- those are the only means of consoling him. Anyway, she also said she could cap them with little silver caps. Of course, I do not want my son's teeth to all be silver... but I'm only working with so many options here. The problem is that she doesn't even know if the caps will help all the sores or not... it will just be trial and error- like EVERYTHING else.
So next, he got blood work drawn. Dr. Defusco called the hemotology nurse who drew his blood last time- she is amazing... and the nurse, Michelle, actually called me and gave me her direct hospital phone to call her when I got to the hospital so she could meet us and draw his blood (So we didn't have to go back and forth from the hospital to the clinic). People are just really sweet. Anyway, we called and she took us right in. It was a little traumatic. I stood up and held Tripp in my arms but had to hold him really tight and really still while he's struggling to break away. He was ticked, sweating, and SO OVER me. But she got the blood (needed another CBC to check and make sure his platelets didn't go up any more). And his platelets went down!! From 950 to about 840. They're still high, but at least dropping.
Next was the eyes. Grrrrr..... I will keep this short to keep my blood pressure down. Dr. Shah was actually really nice and agreed with me this time. He thinks that this "symblepharon ring" we put in is just irritating him. Duh. Here was the killer. He says, "Yeah every single one of my adult patients hate that thing- almost all of them want it taken out because they can't stand it." Ok, fair enough. That statement may or may not have changed my mind about putting it in, but at least could have been shared before the surgery. Anyway... we will take him into the OR- AGAIN- to get it taken out and get just a contact back in again. SIGH. Except this time I will bring my bleach put it on everything and everyone that touches Tripp... just kidding. But I PRAY he doesn't catch something again. The bad part is that Dr. Shah is only in the OR on Wed, Thurs, and Fri. And he wants me to schedule something with the dentist and then he will just slip in, take the ring out, and put a contact in. So that will have to wait until at least next week. So little man has to suffer another whole week with this stupid thing in his eye.... ahhhhhh. Blood pressure, right.
And LAST, we had to go see Dr. Defusco for his shots :( He got his MMR and Varicella, and then his Flu shot. Abby (the awesome nurse that always has to give Tripp his shots- poor Abby) said these really burn. They were both subcutaneous, so he was able to get him in his arms and not his legs. And she also gave the Flu in his arm. So he got a break from that big ole' bruise that's still on his thigh. He was beyond ticked at this point. He wanted my mom to hold him the entire day, so her poor back was about to break! Of course, Mommy is always the bad guy on doctor days because I have to hold him down. But that's okay. One day he'll love me :) Other than that, we had a great visit with Dr. Defusco as always. I know you're tired of hearing me talk about how great she is... but seriously she's great. I can't see any other pediatrician going out of their way and doing so much research for Tripp like she does.
So, Tripp didn't even sleep on the way home... I think he was so mad at us that he wanted to keep his eyes on us in case we were gonna hold him down or poke him again. Poor baby. And get this- yesterday was BATH day, too. So I had gotten everything ready and set up yesterday morning before we left because I knew we would be worn out and that would be one less thing to be done. It actually wasn't as bad as I expected. I gave him some Tylenol with Codeine. But his new thing since he's been sick is that he won't sit up for bath AT ALL. If we try and sit him up to do his back or arms- he throws himself back and starts kicking- so you lay him back down and he starts smiling- He's got us right where he wants us, no doubt. Little squirt. But it's okay... it's our fault, we've created the little monster.
Well, that was our day... no super great news, but at least I know we can take that ring out of his eye and decide on what I want to do with his poor swollen mouth. Thank you all again for your sweet, sweet comments. I smile, cry and laugh when reading them... it's what I look forward to. And each one I read gives me a little "boost." Thanks :)