Sunday, December 13, 2015

Birthday Craziness

Soo...at long last, I'm going to post about the birthday.

X was having tummy trouble starting on Sunday. He had no appetite and mild diarrhea, so we didn't go to the zoo like we had planned to. We kept him home on Monday, because he wasn't getting any better. On Monday night around 10, he woke up crying that his belly hurt. He started screaming, so we packed him in the car and drove an excruciating 11 miles to the Kaiser hospital. On the way, he threw up in the car and felt a little better.

He writhed on his bed for awhile and we waited for a doctor. By the time the doctor showed up, he had calmed down a bit. The doctor poked his belly and said he didn't think it was his appendix, since that side didn't hurt. He suspected that it was constipation (!), a theory that Bobby had floated an I had dismissed, because diarrhea. X had calmed down quite a bit at that point, and was playing with a snow plow I found in my purse. He clutched the plow when he went to get X-rays, and the technician let him hang onto it while she scanned his belly. The doctor returned after midnight and wished X a happy birthday, and told us that he had a lot of poo in his colon. Oops.

Bobby spent the next day giving X Miralax-laced apple juice, and we skipped the birthday dinner, since he didn't want any. He did eat a piece of his fabulous fire truck cake. We had the birthday dinner the following day, after Bobby spent another day escorting X to the toilet so he could narrate his movements. To this day, Bobby is X's preferred pooping companion.

We never did make it to the zoo. Soon it was my birthday, then a steady string of free Christmas activities took over. Maybe in January.

A fabulous plane that he can assemble and take apart.

Playing with his snow plow in the ER.

It's a soccer ball!

Resting with his new transformers.

Blowing out his candle with his new transformers.

Fire truck cake, created by Bobby Healey.