What a fright

The day started with me on my knees, vomiting, courtesy of morning sickness. I heard my phone ring but couldn’t get to it. After I finally stopped I picked up the phone and it was the school, telling me Nathan was vomiting and needed to be picked up.

Given what a mess I was, I asked Martha, Nathan’s nurse, to pick him up. 5 minutes later, another call by the school, asking where I was. I explained Martha would be there shortly. 5 minutes later Martha called me and said they wouldn’t give Nathan to her, and someone wanted to speak with me.

It was Nathan’s principal. He said Nathan was very lerthargic and wouldn’t stop vomiting and went non-responsive, so they’d called 911, and the paramedics were on their way. At this point I took off all my clothes and was about to jump into the shower so I could rush to the school when Martha called me to tell me the ambulance was there and they were about to go to the hospital. You can imagine my fear.

I asked her to let me speak with the paramedic. I tried to explain, calmly, that the local hospital would not know how to handle Nathan and would simply call Nathan’s doctor, so I would prefer if they allowed Martha to drive him 2 minutes down the street to his doctor. The paramedic refused, so it quickly became a match of wits – me begging them not to waste time at the hospital, where they wouldn’t know what to do and would only cause him unneccesary suffering, and the paramedic saying that there was no way he could go to a doctor’s office and he had to go to the hospital.

At some point I found myself sitting in Owen’s car. I can’t remember how I got there. According to Owen I walked outside in my bra and put my shirt on while in the car. It’s a miracle I didn’t walk out naked. The whole thing was that intense, and all my attention was focused on keeping Nathan out of the hospital.

After a few minutes the paramedic said he was done wasting time, told me if I wanted to see Nathan he’d be at Henry Mayo, and hung up the phone.

I called his doctor and explained the situation and she said not to worry, she’d call the ER and give them instructions. So I rushed to ER. I cant’ remember how I got there. I was frantic with fear. Part of my mind felt that everything was okay and the entire situation was simply a cascade of overreactions. The other part, the part that will never fully shut up, the part that sleeps every night with her ear pressed to the monitor and still checks multiple times a night to make sure he is still breathing, was beyond panicked. What if this time it’s real?

I got to the ER and found Nathan in the bed, pretty out of it, but responsive and happy to see me. I apologized to the paramedic and thanked him for his help. I thanked the aide from school who rode in the ambulance with him. I picked my boy up in my arms and hugged him so so tight. Minutes later he was asleep in my arms.

The doctor came in and told me exactly what I told the paramedic – he had no idea how to handle Nathan, would call his doctor for instructions, and they’d of course do a CT scan in the meantime to check the shunt. They were also going to start an IV to hydrate him and draw labs since he had vomited so much.

The nurse got the IV on the first try. They took him to the CT scan immediately. Everyone was courteous, everything happened fast. I was so pleasantly surprised.

After a couple of hours the doctor said the shunt looked fine, his blood work showed mild dehydration, and he probably just had a virus, and we were free to go.

We celebrated the short, flawless, and uneventful emergency room visit by going to Islands for a burger and fries. By this point the IV fluids had done their job and Nathan was perked up and happy as can be, begging to eat burger and fries. As they say in my country, a sick man who eats can only get better. He kept his food down, and has enjoyed the rest of the afternoon and evening watching a couple of the Shrek movies – his current favorites.

What a fright I got today.

I am much happier that everyone overreacted and everyone took good care of him, than him being sick and nothing being done. But it sure scared me shirtless!

PS Nathan is already sleeping soundly after eating a light dinner and drinking tons of fluids.
PPS After they ruled out the shunt, they couldn’t wait to get rid of us, and told us to go to his doctor to figure out what had caused the vomiting and problems.


  1. Marce, you are talking from my soul. My opinion is exactly the same. Only for the exception that the doctors made mistakes during my labor, so from that moment I didn’t trust them at all. I listen to them but I do my own research as you and I do what I feel is the best for my son. This is the subject I could write an article about. So, I only say, that I feel pity that doctors studied so long to become a doctor, they know so much about a body and they use their knowledge so poorly. And lots of doctors only managed to study and become a doctor. They only managed to memorize some information without being gifted. I am sure you understand my also poor English. 🙂

  2. That sound like when Ryland pulled out his tube and we weren’t in town, I’m sitting in Walmart trying to tell them how to put it in. Ryland gets wierd when he throws up also and everyone freaks out.
    I’m so worried about me and Nick going to Vegas because what if something happens, I’ve never been away from any of my kids, yep in 16 yrs. We are going March 8-12. I still have to get my MIL trained and retrain my mom, no one else has taken care of him, even when I have Vera I was on the phone telling people what to do.
    So glad to see that Nathan was okay, he was just testing them.
    If it was me I would have walked out naked, I don’t always look in the mirror when I leave the house now.lol

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