Yesterday was quite a challenge to parenthood. I put Elizabeth down for a nap like I've done everyday for the past year. After I thought she was settled, I went to the shop to burn some screens. Dave called me after an hour because Lizzie was screaming. When I got home, she was still screaming and it sounded like she was in pain. She didn't want me to hold her and she didn't want me to put her down. She couldn't get comfortable in her bed and kept bending and straightening out. About 3:00 she settled down enough to get to sleep. She slept until about 5:00. When she woke up, she started screaming again. After about an hour, I decided to take her to the emergency room at UMC. With all the ovarian problems she had as a baby, I didn't want to take any chances. The surgeon had said something about the ovary twisting and hurting her badly. It would be unconsolably crying. That's what this sounded like. So I threw a few things in a bag and off we went. Dave stayed here with Matt and my mom met us at the hospital.
You know how you take your car to the shop and it doesn't make that funny noise anymore? Well, that's kind of what happened. After we had been on the road for about 30 minutes, she stopped crying. I thought she was just distracted by the movie. But she started babbling like a happy, feeling-good baby again. I took her on anyway.
When we arrived at the ER, there were about 15 other kids ahead of us. Most of the them were obviously ill. We overheard a mother say that they had been there for 3 hours. Elizabeth did not want to sit in my lap and I certainly didn't want her running around with all those sick kids. They called us back for triage and she seemed fine. Mom and I stayed for about another hour. Lizzie was so squirmy and seemed to be feeling fine that we decided to leave. We would have been there till midnight at least. By the time we were done, I could have come back home, slept, and taken her to the doctor the next morning.
This morning she's completely fine. This afternoon, she laid down for a nap like always.
The best the mom and I can come up with is that she had gas. You know how gas moving through your intestine can hurt very badly. Maybe the vibrations of the van ride worked it out.
Babies can be so mysterious.
You know how you take your car to the shop and it doesn't make that funny noise anymore? Well, that's kind of what happened. After we had been on the road for about 30 minutes, she stopped crying. I thought she was just distracted by the movie. But she started babbling like a happy, feeling-good baby again. I took her on anyway.
When we arrived at the ER, there were about 15 other kids ahead of us. Most of the them were obviously ill. We overheard a mother say that they had been there for 3 hours. Elizabeth did not want to sit in my lap and I certainly didn't want her running around with all those sick kids. They called us back for triage and she seemed fine. Mom and I stayed for about another hour. Lizzie was so squirmy and seemed to be feeling fine that we decided to leave. We would have been there till midnight at least. By the time we were done, I could have come back home, slept, and taken her to the doctor the next morning.
This morning she's completely fine. This afternoon, she laid down for a nap like always.
The best the mom and I can come up with is that she had gas. You know how gas moving through your intestine can hurt very badly. Maybe the vibrations of the van ride worked it out.
Babies can be so mysterious.
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