Some of our friends have heard part of the story, so here is the whole spiel on Charlie:
On Friday around 1pm, my grandma (who was watching Charlie) said that he wasn't walking around. I thought that he just didn't want to go anywhere and was maybe coming down with a cold, so I didn't worry about it. When I picked him up after work, she said he was crawling around, so I thought "I guess it isn't that he doesn't want to go anywhere..." I decided I would take him to Urgent Care the next morning if he still had symptoms.
That evening, he seemed to be in some pain, and I realized that he would need x-rays if it was a break, so I decided to take him to the ER instead. Greg had a scout thing going at our house, so Charlie and I went to the ER right here at Pomerado at around six, and got checked in about seven. Since he would scream any time the doctor even thought about approaching him, they couldn't get a read on where he was hurting (although since he is such a big boy, they were sort of disbelieving of the fact that he couldn't tell them exactly what hurt and what happened. I kept saying, "he's only 21 months!") so they decided to x-ray the whole leg. At that point, we had to pull Greg away from his scout activity, since I couldn't assist with the x-ray due to pregnancy. They did the x-ray around 8, and read it at about 8:45. They didn't see any breaks, so they took blood. At about 9:15 they told us that the blood test showed an elevated white count, which could indicate some kind of infection in the knee or other joint. They said that they would like him to go to Children's Hospital for further tests. Also, apparently it is hospital policy that if you go from one hospital to another, you have to go by ambulance. So, they called an ambulance which arrived around ten. They strapped Charlie in, but he was so upset that they let me ride in the back with him, instead of up front, which was a blessing. We drove down to Children's and checked into the ER there. They did more x-rays and still didn't see any breaks, so they sent us home about 3am (Charlie didn't fall asleep until TWO FORTY FIVE that morning!) and told us to follow up with our primary.
Saturday and Sunday he still wouldn't put any weight on it and was not eating or sleeping like he ought. He has also been a lot crankier than normal (since he is normally pretty easy going.) This morning I took him to his primary, who is wonderful. He said it is probably just a bad sprain or a muscle strain, and to just keep doing what we are doing. If things aren't a lot better by Wednesday, we will take him into an orthopedist. I took today and tomorrow off, and Greg is taking Wednesday off, so we are happy to be able to be home and watching him. He is mostly in a good mood today, which is nice (as long as there are no doctors around...). We are just hanging out and relaxing. (Don't have energy for much else since we were up a lot of the night!)
Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers as little Charlie is dealing with this. I will get some pictures of him crawling around later today, because it is so darn cute, and sort of pathetic. Reminds me of when he was a little(er) guy. He is using his weakened state to demand obscene quantities of fun fruits and Yo Gabba Gabba.
Speaking of little, with all the doctor's visits, we got some updates on his stats. Charlie is officially 30 pounds! (They gave it to me in kilograms, so between four people and a calculator at the church Christmas party, we worked out that he is 30.2 pounds. And we were ashamed that we can't do simple multiplication. But not that ashamed because why else were calculators invented?)
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