Poor little Scout woke up at 4am Saturday morning with intense pains in his lower abdomen. He was able to get comfortable in some positions, but as soon as he moved, he would have a sharp and intense pain again. After hours of misery, I finally called the nurse. She questioned me and had me feel around his stomach to pinpoint the pain. Her conclusion was that he needed to be seen. When I asked what the possible ailments were, she mentioned an appendicitis. (Which is still fresh in my mind from Jakey’s appendicitis a few weeks back.) I asked her if 2 year olds get them, and she said “OH YEAH”. So we headed over to Mission. (Funny how stuff like this always happens on the weekend.)
We headed over, and my poor little baby was still miserable. After an hour or so, they called him back. Once they weighed him and took his height, he realized he wasn’t into the whole hospital experience, and started screaming, “Get me out of here! I want to go home!” When we finally got into the room, he was clinging onto me for dear life. The nurse came in and took some info, and somewhere in there, I felt a warmth on my side. My poor, little, perfectly potty-trained boy had wet his pants. Almost immediately after, the nurse came in with a cup and told me that if it was possible to catch some of his potty in a cup, that it would be really helpful. I showed him my side, and said it might be a while. In the meantime, I told Scout the process of urinating in a cup, and told him I would help him when he needed to go again. (The nurse also told me that kids his age usually had a hard time with it, so they might have to do things a different way — a worse way.) I felt so bad for him at this point…especially since the totally uncrowded emergency room experience had already consumed over an hour of my little pain-ridden boy’s life.
And then suddenly….for no reason at all….he felt better. He wanted to color. He wanted to check out all of the machines in the room. He wanted to jump off the ER bed. He was rearing to go. SWEET! Glad I had already given our insurance info. I felt like taking my kid and running before they started racking up the bill.
Then he told me he had to go potty. He was totally excited to try out this cool new thing of urinating in a cup. He got it just right, and I literally had to scream for him to stop before it overflowed. Afterward, he inspected his potty like it was the coolest thing he had ever seen. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it, and kept telling me step by step of how he did it. He was literally so proud of his accomplishment. I even snapped a picture with my phone.
When the doc finally came in (after all of this), she inspected him for a couple of things. She also tested his potty — which really bothered Scout because he didn’t want anyone to take his cool new cup-o-urine away. Everything came back clean, and we were on our way. Breakfast at Ruby’s Diner afterward, was his little prize. Yeah — he definitely felt fine.
I guess it is better to error on the side of caution — at least that is what my mom said because she was really the driving force behind me taking him to the hospital in the first place. (I’ll send you the bill mom.) But he was stoked to have been to the hospital just like B, Jake, Trey and Doey. (Mostly Trey was mentioned, but the others got a shout out.)
The best part of the day…..when the nurse came back with his cup-o-urine, and said he could take it home. He was SO excited to show everyone. And on the way home, he told me everyone he was going to show. My favorite was “Royal’s mom”, who was going to think he was “so big”. When he got home and I made him take a nap, he asked if we could put it up on his shelf, “so [he] could just look at it.” I put it there, and he even made me move it to a better spot. And on his shelf it sits, like his own little personal trophy. (Think there is a bacteria issue with that?) (Tristen or Gary — are you guys still doing urine therapy? Because I have some pretty potent stuff on my hands. Call me.)
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