H's Big Night Out

Last night, K had to run back to work for something so while he was gone I was trying to finish putting our FHE lesson together. H needed his diaper and clothes changed so I asked J to help me. He changed the diaper but was nervous about putting H's clothes on. He said he always hurts him. I told him to just be careful. Next thing I know, H is crying and J is handing him to me. I tried to settle him down but he wouldn't stop crying. I took him upstairs to check on the other kids and I showed him a little stuffed toy hoping to distract him. He just cried harder. I tried his bottle, his pacifier, I checked his diaper. He just cried harder and harder. He was white as a ghost and having a hard time breathing. I decided that maybe J had really hurt him after all. K walked in about that time and he tried to settle H down and he came to the same conclusion...that he must be hurt..maybe something was pulled out of place or even worse, maybe a bone was broken. We decided to take him to the ER. He screamed the whole way there. He screamed all the way through admitting. They asked us what was wrong with him. We said he might be hurt. He won't stop crying. The ER was very backed up because of an accident on the freeway. Someone died while we were waiting so the family was crying and wailing. It was very sad and we couldn't help but just stare at them. K was out in the parking lot walking with H trying to get him to stop crying. Once that guy died, they were able to move on to other patients but it still took a long time to get to us. K had finally gotten H to fall asleep but every time he moved, he would whimper in pain. When the took us back to weigh and do vitals. K held him very still so he wouldn't wake up and scream any sooner than he had to. Finally he had to be put on the scale so K cautiously layed him down. H opened his eyes, saw K standing there and started wiggling his arms and legs very excitedly and squealed with delight. We couldn't believe it. The nurse looked his arms over and he smile and played with her. She told us we'd have to wait a few more minutes before they would have a room for us. K asked her what would happen if we just were gone when she came to get us. Without telling us what to do, she told us we wouldn't be billed if we were just gone the next time she called our name. K took H out into the hall and played with him for a few minutes and when he showed no sign of any discomfort, we just disappeared. Our Conclusion....H has a BAD temper!! You would think that after SIX kids, we would have some kind of clue as to when to go to the hospital and when to just spank them and send them to bed! Oh Well! We got home after midnight and K threw up 3 times throughout the rest of the night. Sometimes I'm really glad when the day is over.

Here are some pictures of my hurt little boy after some very restful zzzz's at the hospital.