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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

I don't like mondays (Bob Geldof)

Bob Geldof sure had it write when he sang his hot song,(one I really LOVE!) "I don't like Mondays"
this past Mondays was one of them!
 We finally had our long awaited appointment for our son for seating clininc at Holland blurview rehabilitation centre , after being on the waiting list for 6 months, and something that has been long needed and over due, I was exited! 
Well, Monday didn't corroperate too well, my Son woke up, rather miserable, legs shaking out the norm., red face, red blood shot eyes, and for the first time in a long time, he hadn't slept a wink the night before, I was hopinmg he was just tired, and continued to get ready for our travel, but I could not get rid of this nagging feeling in the back of my head, I was very unsettled, nervous like, I checked my boys numbers(sat. prob on finger) he was breathing ok, but heart rate was rather higher then normal,)  I gave him advil as I always do when travelling long distance, to give him comfort, but as the line in the song goes, "the silicone chip inside her head gets switched to over load", I may not have a silicone chip, but my brain did switch to over load!
My sister came over to pick up my other two kids, she agreed to watch them for the day,(brave woman being she already has two kids of her own), and an other line in the song,"nobodys going to go to school today, shes going to make them stay at home" well... that applies to my daughter, I kept her out of school so my sister wouldn't have the added stress of picking her up with a zoo of kids;0

Still not feeling comfortable, we load up the van, and head off to Toronto...
Both my husband and I kept looking back at my boy as we drove, he just didn't look his best, I aslo tried giving him a dose of tylonal as well in hopes he would settle , but his breathing looked a little fast, still red squinty eyes, when he pulled over in the truck stop to fuel up on caffiene, and empty my ever so full that morning blatter, I checked his numbers again, heart rate still high, advil AND tylonal, not yet doing the trick, but we continue anyway, my nerves not setteling , only getting worse,
our appointment was for 1:00 pm, I knew we were going to be late,
Finally after hitting cobourg, my sister text me, minutes earlier when I checked in, the kids were great and having such a great time, then she text and tells me my 4yo is sick to his belly, that really would not have bothered me, but this kids NEVER gets sick! thats it!!!! I had it, we turned around and headed home! it was a clear cut sign we were not ment to do this today,
I told by boy who was loooking so unwell in the back seat we were going home, And I swear I saw a grin on his face, a look of relief,
we went straight to my sisters and picked up my other two, turns out, a bowl of oatmeal dropped on the floor, causing my 4yo to gag, then puke, good news: he was not sick after all!
bad news: he does have a gag reflex to a lot of things, and spilled oatmeal on the floor looking like something else, was a good set off!
after getting home, I put my boy on the couch and let him lay therre in just his diaper, he relaxed, heart rate went down and a complete look of comfort came over him.
so  a trip to emerge was thankfully avoided, my nerves settled , just a little, I took the rest of my stress level , and do what I do best when stressed, clean house, and re clean what I already cleaned, 3 or 4 times, cause I just can't sit when worried or stressed, just ask anyone in my house!
my boy stayed settled the rest of the night , he caught up on much nedded sleep when he went to bed.
Though this may not seem like such a big deal of a day, and I have had worse Mondays, this still was a big deal to me, in a not so good way, but never under estimate the power of communication. even from a boy who can't talk, he will always find his own way to communicate with me, after all comunication comes in many forms!
Luckily my son had a schedualed appointment with his pediatrician the next day, and my poor boy is fighting something, so hes now on antibiotics, and already doing soo soooooo much better!

So conclusion to this story?
"what reasons does there have to be.... I don't like mondays, I don't like Mondays, I want to shoot oooot the whole day down!