Mommy Moment Monday: Nothing Completes a PCS like a Trip to the ER


20140623-125143-46303533.jpg

I think I have read that title phrase a million times and sadly it is still true. So here to entertain you on your Monday is the first story from PCS hell.

Our first PCS was a overseas tour four years and one kid ago. Of course there was a lot of stress in anxiety trying to move our entire lives and two kids (one with a life threatening medical condition) two under two years of age across an oceans and away from family. Joy oh glorious joy how I was so thrilled to be taking that trip that involved three layovers and over 24 hours of travel. Needless to say by the time the movers showed up at 10, I already needed a drink. However, that had to wait since Diva woke up THAT morning with a 105 fever. She was not herself and we decided that we didn’t want to chance her getting worse and with a fever for the first time that high and not knowing at the time if she shared Bugs medical condition, a trip to the ER was needed.

However, before I could load her up in the car, we needed to pack it.

Here is a little PCS pointer: anything you DO NOT want the movers to pack you need to isolate. I have heard of people designating certain rooms with “do not pack” signs on the doors, people standing 24 guard over the items to make sure they are not packed by mistake and more. We chose to pack everything not going crated into our car. After our belongings were loaded and driven off, we were driving 15 hours to our families house. So it was easier and made since to pack the car before the movers got there. What ever method you choose; choose one!

So the epic day arrived, pack out day. Diva woke up with a 105 fever and the movers were due at any moment. Hubs and I threw all our luggage into the luggage topper we bought and used on top of out vehicle. The movers arrived and I left with Diva barely lucent in the back seat.

Strike one: Hail. Yes, hail. I drove over to the nearest emergency room in the neighboring town through a hail storm. I was scared out of my mind, but Diva needed medical attention. I arrived and tornado sirens where screaming at us. Not only giving us a warning of the storm but also more to come for our family.

Strike two: We spent 6 hours in the ER with no cell phone service. I have a slight problem with needing to be in control. Not knowing how the move was progressing was sending me into a panic attack. Being locked in a mouse hole sized white sterile room was taking its toll. I held it together for Diva. Finally, she was discharged after her fever was under control and tests showed nothing serious. So I ran her out to the car in the storm. Luckily the hail and sirens stopped. But not the sheets of rain.

Strike 3: We arrived home just as the rain stopped. I walked in the house and instantly realized one flaw with our plan of loading up the car pre trip- standing there with only a PINK pull-up on was Bug. Diapers. I forgot to leave diapers. Hubs was smart enough to call one of my friends with a small child and asked to borrow any diapers she had. Sadly for us, her daughter was potty training. I just kept reassuring Hubs that all real men wear pink. He then informed me of how it all happened and strangely kept reassuring me that Bug was ok. . Never start off a story by reassuring me the kid is ok.

Apparently Hubs was busy helping the movers. He knew Bug would be content watching tv. Bug was content. He was also content drinking the 6 cups of juice Hubs kept feeding him. Needless to say, the one and only diaper in the house filled up fast. Leaking through his clothes and my favorite embroidered silk thread pillow (which promptly went into the trash). He tells me how he called my friend to get diapers and how she showed up quickly only to discover that Bug must have still been thirsty because they found him and the floor covered in weed killer! Bug must have been searching for a drink and thought the weed killer was a tasty choice. However, poison control didn’t feel that was a humorous conclusion. We had no way of knowing if he actually ingested any and how much. Try advised us to watch him, which we did much more carefully. Lucky enough, he never reacted.

And the home run: After the lecture and lesson from poison control I felt we needed to get the some clothes on the kid. Hubs scaled the car to get into the car topper and our suitcase. After he opened it up he discovered our “waterproof” car topper wasn’t. He further found out that everything in it was drenched. He opened up the black suit case and here it is folks… The grand slam… All our clothes in the suitcase were dyed black; an entire and only suitcase full our our clothes ruined… All our clothes we had with us for the next two months.

Yup. It was a glorious experience. Obviously we all survived and we got a new wardrobe to boot.

** keep us in mind the next two days as we travel across the United States on the longest and almost last leg of our PCS. From St. Louis to Richmond, VA. What I love best as I drive is knowing I am every kids road trip bingo dream ~ Hawaii plates!

Advertisements

Mommy Mondays: Count Your Blessings; no ER Trip This Time


20140505-185307.jpg

Well about 4 years ago we packed up our home and moved to Hawaii. We were idealistic and thought this would be an adventure of a lifetime. Id never thought I’d move away from my home Midwestern state and here I was, with kids in tow, hopping a plane to live an ocean away.

So four years later and hear we are again. Watching all our belongings being wrapped like mundane brown Christmas presents and loaded into a wood crate to shipped to our new home.

When the movers first arrived today, three hour late, I stood in the garage like a stalker and watched them pack it up. I would like to say I got teary eyed, but that would be a lie. I was sad to see it all go but more numb. Should I be happy? Sad? Excited? Nervous? I really didn’t know. Hubs seemed to be overly excited. Trying to help where he could and pacing back and forth like an expectant parent. It was then I reflected back to our first and disasterous pcs.

It went something like this:

We lived in southern Alabama. A rural town on the outskirts of another semi-rural town. The movers drive up from Florida straight into a storm; both literally and figuratively. Within an hour of them arriving I notice Diva was acting lethargic. Not only lethargic but lifeless. After taking a temperature, I realized something was seriously wrong. The themointer read 105.

Through wind, hail, thunder and lighting; I drove her to the nearest ER. After some tests, it was reviled she had some sort of infection; which to this day is still unknown. Diva and I spent the next six hours in the ER during a hail and tornado producing storm while Hubs was left in charge of the movers and Bug. Upon our release I frantically called Hubs. Letting him know we were on our way. With no cell service in the ER I thought he would have been panic stricken. However, he seemed oddly calm.

When I arrived home I found out why. Because he was trying to do his best to watch and help the movers, he had left Bug unattended in front of the tv. Only problem was he wasn’t in front of the tv. Bug had wandered into another room and found a open bottle of weed killer; which he drank!

So when I arrived poison control was on the phone with Hubs and the packers were wiping up Bug and the floor.

Needless to say Bug was fine. But not our car or the suitcases we had packed in a car topper on the roof of our car. Seems our car topper wasn’t as water proof as advertised. Instead, the storm had drenched our suitcases causing the black dye in them to leak onto our clothes dying and staining them permanently.

So here I sit 8 hours after our packets started this morning feeling blessed nothing dramatic or drastic has happened. Any why? Because I pawned my kids off on other people for the day. Lesson learned.

At least no one ended up in the ER

Tricare and Therapy Thursday…Are Ambulance Rides Covered?


Hope you are having a wonderful Thursday!  Short weeks after having a Monday off are always a little weird for me.  It feels like Monday but it’s really Tuesday.  Same amount of work fewer days to do it, you know the drill.  This week has been even crazier because we had a brush with the ER yesterday.  My youngest currently attends a CDC (Child Development Center) on-post.  He gets time to play and interact with peers, hugely important for his social goals, as well as learning how to follow classroom rules and routines.  It also frees up some time for me to volunteer, work out, or just catch my breath 🙂

We have been so pleased with his care at the CDC and he is doing great.  A common practice for them is to give parents a courtesy call if a child falls and bumps their head, gets a scratch while playing outside, etc…I received such a call yesterday while I was volunteering at ACS.  I didn’t answer the phone so they left me a message.  When I checked my phone I heard that message, plus a far more urgent one saying they needed to speak with me and that they were going to be calling the paramedics.  Seems as though my youngest fell while climbing outside during playtime and hit his eye.  At first it looked like just a scrape, but they quickly noticed it swelling and he was acting sleepy, which could point to a concussion.

I called and told them I was on my way, and when I pulled up less than 5 minutes later, there was a fire truck, ambulance, and police car in the front drive of the CDC all with lights blazing.  I ran through the lobby to my son’s class and found my husband already there, holding him.  He was really calm and playing with some dinosaurs.  The paramedics filled me in, and let me know that they didn’t think he had broken any bones in his face, his vision seemed okay, and they didn’t think he had a concussion (Phew!).  They suggested we head to the ER anyway just to follow up and make sure everything was okay.  I rode to the hospital in the ambulance with my little guy, he was so brave and did great.  At the hospital we had just a short wait and they confirmed that they thought he was alright.  They said he should just take it easy, that he could have some children’s Tylenol, and that we should watch for signs of concussion.

Here’s how he looked right after we got home from the ER:

ryan eye 1

This morning it was much less swollen, but more black and blue:

ryan eye 2

We are so thankful he wasn’t more seriously hurt! Also, we are so grateful for our amazing insurance. Our kiddo got what he needed, no questions asked, and we are so thankful. Hopefully there won’t be a huge bill down the line, but we have always  been super happy with our coverage so far. Not everyone is so blessed and medical bills can be staggering. I’m just planning on taking it easy the rest of this week. No more trips to the ER, head injuries, or accidents. Maybe just some family time with a movie. Maybe Ice Age: The Dawn of the Dinosaurs?

Screen Shot 2013-09-05 at 1.13.02 PM

Think my son will have a new connection with Buck?

Have a great rest of your week!