Endurance is sometimes doing nothing

Mighty Mo spent the last three days in the hospital. Its his colitis, something I have written about quite a bit before. This means that Mistress and I also spent the last three days in the hospital. Boy its a lot harder when we have two kids. 

It started Saturday morning with symptoms similar to a mild heat injury which was our first thoughts as he had played flag football that morning. Then the vomiting and painful BM's but then he started to really complain about abdominal pain. Mistress has been through enough of this heat injury stuff with me that she immediately packed him over to a kid only urgent care nearby. After some tests and high white blood cell counts he was sent to the full blown children's hospital that he normally goes to. 

Since Mo had already spent several hours at urgent care and been given an IV and morphine, when Mistress arrived at the children's ER to be admitted at the hospital Saturday night she was able to walk to the front of the line. A room had already been arranged between clinic and doctors. She told me she caught some of those, "You can't be seriously trying to cut the line" looks. But she was too tired to explain and whisked away so fast, she didn't need too. 

Have you caught on yet that I have been alone with my little girl. Good grief, I have never spent a night alone with Mae. I didn't drop her and she seemed to smile most of the time so good on me. On Sunday, grandma picked up Mae as soon as she could and I rushed to the hospital to be with the rest of my life. We stayed there together until it seemed he would be released before dinner and I went home. Then news came that he was not going to be released, the doctor was not happy with his progress.Well, Mistress came home Sunday night to be with Mae and I went back to stay overnight with Mo. A fairly uneventful night though we did have a couple of procedural moments that had to be addressed wide awake. He was eventually released mid day Monday. 

Some very interesting comments regarding the weekend. Mighty Mo on morphine is still a riot. Even more so that he can hold more interesting conversations. He is a chatterbox and always cracking jokes. Nurses love working with him as he is super polite, doesn't cry (much) and does pretty much everything he is told which is quite scary for a kid. He doesn't know if the syringe the nurse is holding is going to be poked in his body, put in a drip line or shoved in his mouth for an oral medicine.

We watched a bunch of movies and played War with cards. He played a lot with some new Star Wars figures I brought for him that were meant as birthday gifts later this month. It was worth it. He got a big kick playing with the bed. 

Things look good for now. Things seem back to normal. With our family, you never know.