I felt so annoyed with myself by the end of the day, not knowing if I had done the right thing.
So, we were sitting in a restaurant with my dcs' little cousin and her parents. We hardly ever get to see them, and we had a few days with them. My ds (3 yrs old) said that he had a tummy-ache, so I took him out to the car to lie down. Within about 10 minutes, he was crying in pain, and then he couldn't comfortably sit down without curling up. Then he was screaming in agony. I got my partner out of the restaurant, and we drove to the hospital with my ds in my lap alternately screaming and resting.
When we got to the ER it was really full. They took my ds in about 10 minutes because he was in so much pain. He couldn't sit down or stand up or be held. After we checked in, the first nurse to see him was pretty rude. He told my son after looking at him - "It may have worked this time, but it's not going to work every time." As if my ds was faking it or something. Then the doctor came in, my ds threw up, they took a few x-rays and his blood, then my ds fell asleep. When he woke up, he was fine, as if nothing had happened. We waited for a few hours, and the doctor said that there was nothing wrong with him, except he had a lot of poo in his lower intestine. I felt so foolish. In retrospect I can see that we should have just waited, and he would have been fine, but I don't know what I should have done. I felt badly for spoiling the day that my son would have had with his cousin by panicking that way.
So, we were sitting in a restaurant with my dcs' little cousin and her parents. We hardly ever get to see them, and we had a few days with them. My ds (3 yrs old) said that he had a tummy-ache, so I took him out to the car to lie down. Within about 10 minutes, he was crying in pain, and then he couldn't comfortably sit down without curling up. Then he was screaming in agony. I got my partner out of the restaurant, and we drove to the hospital with my ds in my lap alternately screaming and resting.
When we got to the ER it was really full. They took my ds in about 10 minutes because he was in so much pain. He couldn't sit down or stand up or be held. After we checked in, the first nurse to see him was pretty rude. He told my son after looking at him - "It may have worked this time, but it's not going to work every time." As if my ds was faking it or something. Then the doctor came in, my ds threw up, they took a few x-rays and his blood, then my ds fell asleep. When he woke up, he was fine, as if nothing had happened. We waited for a few hours, and the doctor said that there was nothing wrong with him, except he had a lot of poo in his lower intestine. I felt so foolish. In retrospect I can see that we should have just waited, and he would have been fine, but I don't know what I should have done. I felt badly for spoiling the day that my son would have had with his cousin by panicking that way.







Don't beat yourself up over it. All's well that ends well! I'm just glad he is okay.
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for you mama!


: That is when I asked her how many children she had! He ended up being fine, but what if he was not?