My old adage: a day with out brain surgery is a good day

Hi, my name is Wendi and I just overdosed my child to the point where I could barely wake him up, thought his symptoms were shunt malfunction, and spent 18 hours in the hospital with him. What new and crazy adventures have you had lately? All of your prayers and kind words meant so much to me. Thank you. Also, a big thanks to Rachel for updating my blog today when I didn't have access to the internet. I didn't want to leave you all hanging. I am extremely thankful that K's shunt was found to be functioning perfectly and with out any problems. Shunt issues are not fun and easy to deal with. Although I am not pleased that K had to go through what he did, adjusting medication is about the best case scenario when you are expecting a possible brain surgery. I am thrilled to report that after alot of fluids, and temporarily discontinuing his medication, K is back to his wonderful, energetic, giggly self. He is doing great. It is a huge relief after the fear I faced last night. I am not stretching the truth when I say that waking him up was extremely difficult for most of the afternoon and all night. To do so I had to put my hands under his arms and pick him up right. I would then say his name loudly. I would finally get an eye flutter when I would do that. The nurses and doctors noticed his lethargy in the waiting room and {probably made a few people pretty mad} brought us back to see the doctor before the 4 other people who had been waiting much longer than us. Most of the doctors who saw K were of the same mind that I was; suspecting shunt problems. They even began some pre-op stuff. Fortunately the CT scan, ultra sound, and x-ray were done pretty quickly and we were able to rule out the shunt. Of course at that point I felt so bad for dragging poor K to the hospital making him wait, get even more tired, get poked, and prodded. I felt like my mother's intuition had left me for the night. I usually just know when we can stay home and wait it out and when we need to get to the hospital. Half way through our stay I was beginning to think that I had been really off. That is a disconcerting feeling as a mother. But even through all of those discouraging emotions that strong feeling that "I know my K, and my K is not right!" would not leave me alone. Fortunately the medical staff were equally concerned. They had tried to rouse him a few times as well and had been slightly alarmed at their own inability to do so. I was searching my brain for any other clues as to what could be going on when the neurosurgeon finally asked a question, about any medical changes K may have recently gone through, which seemed to flip a switch in my mind. The increased dose of his medicine! We looked up the side effects of that particular medication and it was right there in black and white. Every single symptom we had observed. The decision was then made to admit us to a room and observe K through the night and morning. I was so tired I could barely move after 8 hours in the ER. We didn't get a whole lot more sleep during our 9 hours in the pediatric unit, and I must say home and my bed have never looked so wonderful! Tomorrow I will take K to his pediatrician for some follow up observations. Dave was able to take the day off and hang out with Noe and Jay. He did the dishes and all of my shopping with a 2 and 4 year old. Be still my beating heart. :) Thanks again for caring and loving our family.