Friday, November 7, 2008

Hope in Tommorow

Don't worry, this isn't going to be a political post. I got out all my politicalness two posts ago. Or all that I had to share on the blog, at least.

This post is about my hope/faith/desire that the day will soon come that the doorbell will ring and Aaron won't screech in horror and run and hide as far behind/under the table and chairs as he can get. And then continue to scream and cry. Even after he sees that it's only David's friend coming to see if he wants to play ball.

I also feel sure that one day I'll be giving Aaron a bath and won't try to scrub off the mysterious dried on specs of something that are way too high up on both sides of his bum to be anything nasty (more like the sides of his lower back), rubbing and rubbing until I remember. Again.

He was quite a sick little guy over a week ago and required antibiotics. The doctor worried that he wouldn't keep down any taken orally (fortunately he still has never thrown up in all of his 19 months of life, but there were other losing-contents-of-the-stomach-too-quickly issues. Look how discreet I am.) That's why she ordered a nurse to come to our house twice a day for five days to administer an injection of antibiotics. Right there on the sides of us upper bum/lower back.

They said it was a painful shot. I believe them based on the level of screaming and wriggling and crying, and now also based on how long his terror of the doorbell has continued after the shots stopped. I also believe them based on the fact that he rarely cries when he gets immunizations. I'm so glad he's feeling better now and has started being active and super smiley again today. As long as nobody stops by for a visit, anyway.

23 comments:

Melissa said...

He has never thrown up? Man, you are a lucky lady. My oldest had reflux and was also allergic to everything. She threw up every day from the time she was 6 months to 18 months. It was horrible! So cound your blessings!

Erin said...

I am so sorry to hear that he was so so sick. That sounds really rough. I am impressed that a nurse came to your house. I am sure that here you would have had to bring him in to the office everyday. But for his mental health maybe that would have been better.

McEwens said...

Poor guy! That must have been incredibly painful to still have such reactions to the door. What a nasty illness. Has everyone else remained healthy??

Heather said...

When I was in Ukraine I was surprised by how many house calls doctors and nurses made, and how commonplace shots were. It seemed like they preferred shots to oral medicine. Poor kid, I hope he is not traumatized for life. I am really curious about what it is like living in Poland. How is your Polish?

Annette Lyon said...

Poor little guy. My nephew was in and out of the hosptial for most of his first couple of years of life and reached the point that if you tried to touch his hand, he'd freak out, thinking he was getting poked by a needle. So sad.

Trying to Stay Calm! said...

(((HUGS))) to you all!~

Trying to Stay Calm! said...

P.S. I just signed up to follow your blog I love it :)

Heidi Ashworth said...

For some reason, some kids just get scared of people at the door. He'll get over it. I had one who lost his stomach contents without throwing up. He would fill his shoes with the stuff. He had to go to the emergency room with severe dehydration twice when he was a toddler because when he got the flu, he refused to eat or drink anything. They just come the way they are, that's for sure. This post made me laugh. :)

Erin said...

That sounds awful! I'm so sorry. Have someone ring the doorbell just to give him a candy bar or a plate full of cookies - maybe that will get him feeling a little less terrified :)

Heather of the EO said...

OW! Now he has doorbell PTSD! I would too. Maybe you should set up a day of really FUN people coming to the door so he starts thinking visitors are way cool. You know, like Curious George, Thomas the Train, or Barney...no wait. NOT Barney, that would be terrifying!

nevadanista said...

Poor thing! Maybe you should arrange for someone super exciting to ring your doorbell. Someone with candy or a fun gift?

Oh, I just read the two previous posts, and they suggested the same thing. Must be a good idea :)

Melanie J said...

Oh, poor little man! Kisses to Aaron!

Becky said...

Oh, poor kid! That was just a one-time thing, I hope.

I nearly lost it the first time I ever took Riley in for shots. But motherhood has toughened me up, I suppose.

All right, that's a lie. Motherhood can turn me into a raging ball of craziness in less than a minute. :)

Pecos Blue said...

Hope he is all well now.

Melissa Bastow said...

That's sad, poor kid. I don't think shots in the butt are any good EVER. You know that if you're getting it in the rump then it's a nasty one. I've had 2 Rhogam shots per child, and with this last one a couple of shots of steroids - all in the rumpus. I feel Aaron's pain.

Sheri said...

You get so many comments! I hope he feels better :) My cousin used to hide behind the furniture anytime anyone came over... He also would not eat any food unless it was made by his mom or grandma. Not even crackers from a box.

Kazzy said...

Awww, poor guy. How do you convince him that not everyone who comes to the door has a syringe in her bag? Maybe that's why I scream inside every time I go to the dentist.

Kimberly said...

Oh owie...the poor little guy. And the poor mummy having to cope with the after-effects!

Anne said...

Poor little boy! We are just getting over the flu (and trip to Critical Care Unit for diabetic ketoacidosis - I'll blog about it-I just told Su about it today) here. Wish I could've helped you out.

Alison Wonderland said...

Poor kid.

(And look at you Ms Popularity. You will still remember us little bloggers when you're as blog-famous as Sue, right?)

Marivic_Little GrumpyAngel said...

Poor baby! Hopefully, the doorbell association with nurses and shots will fade away from his memory soon. I hate shots. I had to have a penicillin shot once, and I passed out right there and then at the doctor's office. And I'm an adult who supposedly should handle pain:-(

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Moody said...

Oh, that's so sad! I hope he recovers from his doorbell trauma soon!