The husband was off to Germany late Monday night for a conference and considering the last time he went away (a month ago to England) I was super sick and this time - I was feeling pretty good.
What could POSSIBLY go wrong?!
The first day was hectic trying to sneak my oldest meat - so I thought I would bake some croissants (full of gluten- oh well he's used to a bit everyday from when we were in Sweden...) and chop some ham slices and he'll never know.
I was right.
Unfortunately a few hours later he had a stomach hard as a rock and vomited everywhere.
Day 2 started out kind of rough because my youngest was teething and screaming a lot. Yay.
As I was dressing him for an afternoon out with the baby-sitter (from the city - Finland provides these kinds of services when needed), my oldest climbed onto a coffee table and somehow managed to pull down a 40-50-pounds television onto the floor.
He's not even 3 years old yet and I can barely lift the thing because of it's big and awkward shape...
Shockingly, he did not land under it but he obviously got hurt in the process and was limping.
"DING!" went the door bell - great timing.
I advise the sitter what happened, we look him over - he screams a lot when we touched parts of his leg, knee and ankle but he was DETERMINED to go to the playground. What a nut.
So I let him go since it was only about 30 minutes and when they came back - the baby-sitter said nothing changed - let's get him to the hospital.
I had thankfully stuffed myself with a quick lunch while they were out and had made arrangements for a baby-sitter to stay with the baby and my dogs...and my other friend offered to drive us and translate if necessary.
We get to the hospital and the nurse that checks us in thankfully understands that my oldest is Autistic and assures me that it can get better and turns out he has a son with Asperger's Syndrome (high functioning Autism). It was super relieving to know - but was not going to help me if he needed X-rays.
We got a "D" circled onto our paper which means it wasn't a life or death emergency, so we waited for all of 5-10 minutes (kids get put in a bit faster I guess) and the doctor could not determine was hurting the most for him - so we have to get x-rays.
Insert screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" in my head.
We have a bit longer of a wait for the X-rays and by the time we walk in - "V" is already having a melt down. He HATES doctors....
There's a tiny nurse in there and then there's a bigger nurse and between the three of us we managed to get only 3 photos...one was a clear shot of the knee (I think), one had the bigger nurse's fingers in it and the third was a blur.
Why?
Because pinning him down just does not work. He's a fighter and super tough...which makes medical situations very difficult!
We had him wrapped in a blanket that was to cover his chest during the x-ray and he was biting, kicking, twisting and screaming...while the tiny nurse was moving the bed to try and align his knee and ankle with the camera above.
Let's put it this way - the stronger nurse was not pleased and probably ran outside to smoke a few packs of cigarettes and the tiny nurse was probably drowning herself in wine that night.
The doctor reviews the x-rays but cannot confirm ANYTHING. So she tells me to call my local nurse in the afternoon and the x-ray specialist will have gone over the photos in the morning and I can surely get the results when I call.
Yesterday I woke up to V running, jumping and climbing - even onto the television that is still on the floor (for now)!
I guess he's feeling pretty good then.
When I got through to the doctor's office (they called me back as they were so busy and have such a tight time frame for receiving calls) they advised me a doctor will call me back next Tuesday.
Unless it's life or death - you have to have patience when it comes to getting results from doctors here.
The whole calling every day, twice a day just does not cut it and it will be honestly a waste of your time.
The husband gets back late tonight - KNOCK ON WOOD that nothing else could possibly go wrong.
What could POSSIBLY go wrong?!
The first day was hectic trying to sneak my oldest meat - so I thought I would bake some croissants (full of gluten- oh well he's used to a bit everyday from when we were in Sweden...) and chop some ham slices and he'll never know.
I was right.
Unfortunately a few hours later he had a stomach hard as a rock and vomited everywhere.
Day 2 started out kind of rough because my youngest was teething and screaming a lot. Yay.
As I was dressing him for an afternoon out with the baby-sitter (from the city - Finland provides these kinds of services when needed), my oldest climbed onto a coffee table and somehow managed to pull down a 40-50-pounds television onto the floor.
He's not even 3 years old yet and I can barely lift the thing because of it's big and awkward shape...
Shockingly, he did not land under it but he obviously got hurt in the process and was limping.
"DING!" went the door bell - great timing.
I advise the sitter what happened, we look him over - he screams a lot when we touched parts of his leg, knee and ankle but he was DETERMINED to go to the playground. What a nut.
So I let him go since it was only about 30 minutes and when they came back - the baby-sitter said nothing changed - let's get him to the hospital.
I had thankfully stuffed myself with a quick lunch while they were out and had made arrangements for a baby-sitter to stay with the baby and my dogs...and my other friend offered to drive us and translate if necessary.
We get to the hospital and the nurse that checks us in thankfully understands that my oldest is Autistic and assures me that it can get better and turns out he has a son with Asperger's Syndrome (high functioning Autism). It was super relieving to know - but was not going to help me if he needed X-rays.
We got a "D" circled onto our paper which means it wasn't a life or death emergency, so we waited for all of 5-10 minutes (kids get put in a bit faster I guess) and the doctor could not determine was hurting the most for him - so we have to get x-rays.
Insert screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" in my head.
We have a bit longer of a wait for the X-rays and by the time we walk in - "V" is already having a melt down. He HATES doctors....
There's a tiny nurse in there and then there's a bigger nurse and between the three of us we managed to get only 3 photos...one was a clear shot of the knee (I think), one had the bigger nurse's fingers in it and the third was a blur.
Why?
Because pinning him down just does not work. He's a fighter and super tough...which makes medical situations very difficult!
We had him wrapped in a blanket that was to cover his chest during the x-ray and he was biting, kicking, twisting and screaming...while the tiny nurse was moving the bed to try and align his knee and ankle with the camera above.
Let's put it this way - the stronger nurse was not pleased and probably ran outside to smoke a few packs of cigarettes and the tiny nurse was probably drowning herself in wine that night.
The doctor reviews the x-rays but cannot confirm ANYTHING. So she tells me to call my local nurse in the afternoon and the x-ray specialist will have gone over the photos in the morning and I can surely get the results when I call.
Yesterday I woke up to V running, jumping and climbing - even onto the television that is still on the floor (for now)!
I guess he's feeling pretty good then.
When I got through to the doctor's office (they called me back as they were so busy and have such a tight time frame for receiving calls) they advised me a doctor will call me back next Tuesday.
Unless it's life or death - you have to have patience when it comes to getting results from doctors here.
The whole calling every day, twice a day just does not cut it and it will be honestly a waste of your time.
The husband gets back late tonight - KNOCK ON WOOD that nothing else could possibly go wrong.
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