4 same Andersons asleep without a care, John screams aloud with a night terror. Mama calls the doctor and the doctor says... Nothing to do, could anything be rarer?
4 kiddie Andersons asleep without hollers, Allison tumbles down and knocks her collar. Mama calls the doctor and the doctor says... After this week you will be a certified bone scholar!
To borrow a line from Molly Lang, OH FOR THE LOVE!
Sunday night I was just turning off my light... The kids went to bed almost four hours prior. THUMP! Scream!!!!!!!!!!!!! John rolled out of bed. I scooped him up quickly and knew within minutes that something was broken. After a fairly quick trip through the ER it was confirmed, broken humerus. The next day we went to see an ortho where they put a cast on him (camo, in honor of his daddy). He sat so still and merely tensed up and said a quiet 'ouch!' while they manipulated his arm. What a big boy!
We battled through some itching problems that night and went out to get some children's Benadryl the next day. I gave him a dose just a few minutes before bed time. An hour later I had a boy who could have starred in the Exorcist. That medicine gave him night terrors and made him crazy. He was thrashing, screaming, stomping, pushing something away from him. His eyes were open and he was in a severe panic. It went on for 30 minutes. He never woke up through it. I just followed him around, soothing and protecting him from falling down the stairs or bumping into furniture. My mother witnessed it as well. I don't think she would believe the extremity of the attack if she had not. He had a shorter one an hour later. And no more to speak of since then. Before that night I had only seen such an event on TV. I hope never to see one again! (Thankfully we haven't had any repeats. Note to myself: NO MEDICATION FOR JOHN.)
Saturday evening, just after putting the kids to bed, I was sitting downstairs chatting with my mom and looking at photos from our recent beach trip. I heard the kids moving around in their room. Before I went up to investigate I heard THE scream. Allison, diving into her crib, must have turned her head the wrong way. She calmed quickly. I put her on the couch for a few minutes then evaluated her arm. She was pointing at her clavicle. Sure enough, when I moved the arm forward she screamed. Good grief! Off to the ER we went. She was Super Hero like in the ER. Laughing at their jokes (even when she was scared and hurting), telling them that their camera (the x-ray) was so wonderful and saying they were going to fix her. For now her arm is pinned to her side with an ace bandage. We are off to see the ortho for an expert opinion.
Who knew going to bed could be such a DANGEROUS night time activity!?!?!?!?!?
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