My brave boy
The last few days have been crazy. When I picked Kyle up from his dad's Monday night his ankles were both swollen, he couldn't walk and he had a weird rash on his legs. The next morning, the swelling had gone down some but I took Kyle in to see his pediatrician thinking it was an allergy of some sort. The doctor thought it may be hives, but ordered a urine and blood test to be sure.
Kyle was such a trooper and barely flinched when they pulled four vials of blood out of him. I think just the fact that he got to see his own blood flowing through a tube made any pain of little consequence. He was fascinated. The nurse was amazed at how brave he was as the little boy right before him screamed bloody murder for about 15 minutes, so he loaded Kyle down with stickers.
Later on that day the swelling started moving to his knees and by 9:00 that night he couldn't even stand and was in a lot of pain, so Jer and I packed him into the car and took him to urgent care in Escondido. Kyle was finally seen at 11:00 and after examining him, the doctor there couldn't figure out what the problem was and because they weren't set up to do blood work, sent us down to the emergency room at the children's hospital in San Diego.
We got to the hospital at 12:30 and signed in. Paul met us there and stayed for awhile. Animosity seemed to melt away in light of the seriousness of having our child so sick. Kyle couldn't bend his knees, so we stretched him out on some chairs and he finally fell asleep at 1:00. Paul had to wake up at 7:00 the next morning so I told him to go home and that I'd call him when I found out what the diagnosis was. The emergency room was especially busy that night as they had a preemie born, so we didn't get a room till 3:00am.
I curled up with Kyle on the little cot they put him in and Jer sat in a chair all night. He ran around getting food, coffee, water and was a regular hero. He managed to sleep for about half an hour before the doctor finally saw us at 6:30. After more blood work (which Kyle was not up for this time), waiting time and nurses taking vitals, Kyle was finally diagnosed with henoch-schonlein purpura or HSP. Thankfully it's a mild illness, but one which symptoms last for a month and is quite painful. There is no known cause and no treatment, just Motrin for the pain. The only real concern is if it affects his kidneys so I have to be on the lookout for blood in his urine and so far he's in the clear.
We got out of the hospital at 7:30 the next morning and boy did the fresh air smell good! It must be rough to have child who needs to be in and out of the hospital frequently and I'm so thankful that it isn't anything more serious.
Please do pray for Kyle though as he's in the throe's of this and it's not easy on him. Yesterday the swelling went into his back and today it's in his arms and feet. He wakes up feeling good, but by the end of the day he's in a lot of pain and barely mobile. I know the Lord will heal him and it'll only last as long as is necessary, but please also pray that it stops quickly and doesn't drag out for weeks.
He's such a trooper though and is still smiling and telling his silly jokes and trying to wrap me even more tightly around his finger. Tonight he asked me if I can marry him when he grows up. Such love, but no baby. Although I'll stick around as long as you let me.
Kyle was such a trooper and barely flinched when they pulled four vials of blood out of him. I think just the fact that he got to see his own blood flowing through a tube made any pain of little consequence. He was fascinated. The nurse was amazed at how brave he was as the little boy right before him screamed bloody murder for about 15 minutes, so he loaded Kyle down with stickers.
Later on that day the swelling started moving to his knees and by 9:00 that night he couldn't even stand and was in a lot of pain, so Jer and I packed him into the car and took him to urgent care in Escondido. Kyle was finally seen at 11:00 and after examining him, the doctor there couldn't figure out what the problem was and because they weren't set up to do blood work, sent us down to the emergency room at the children's hospital in San Diego.
We got to the hospital at 12:30 and signed in. Paul met us there and stayed for awhile. Animosity seemed to melt away in light of the seriousness of having our child so sick. Kyle couldn't bend his knees, so we stretched him out on some chairs and he finally fell asleep at 1:00. Paul had to wake up at 7:00 the next morning so I told him to go home and that I'd call him when I found out what the diagnosis was. The emergency room was especially busy that night as they had a preemie born, so we didn't get a room till 3:00am.
I curled up with Kyle on the little cot they put him in and Jer sat in a chair all night. He ran around getting food, coffee, water and was a regular hero. He managed to sleep for about half an hour before the doctor finally saw us at 6:30. After more blood work (which Kyle was not up for this time), waiting time and nurses taking vitals, Kyle was finally diagnosed with henoch-schonlein purpura or HSP. Thankfully it's a mild illness, but one which symptoms last for a month and is quite painful. There is no known cause and no treatment, just Motrin for the pain. The only real concern is if it affects his kidneys so I have to be on the lookout for blood in his urine and so far he's in the clear.
We got out of the hospital at 7:30 the next morning and boy did the fresh air smell good! It must be rough to have child who needs to be in and out of the hospital frequently and I'm so thankful that it isn't anything more serious.
Please do pray for Kyle though as he's in the throe's of this and it's not easy on him. Yesterday the swelling went into his back and today it's in his arms and feet. He wakes up feeling good, but by the end of the day he's in a lot of pain and barely mobile. I know the Lord will heal him and it'll only last as long as is necessary, but please also pray that it stops quickly and doesn't drag out for weeks.
He's such a trooper though and is still smiling and telling his silly jokes and trying to wrap me even more tightly around his finger. Tonight he asked me if I can marry him when he grows up. Such love, but no baby. Although I'll stick around as long as you let me.
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