Never A Dull Moment

I think ol’ Murphy’s Law came into play last week here with our little family. All three of us were seen by someone in the medical profession. Here is a recap of our not so good week.
Wed: I went to my regular OB doctor. She had received word about my situation and wanted to check things out for herself. She agreed with doctor’s orders and seconded the notion of placing yours truly on bed rest. She told me I should take up needle point to kill some time. Ha ha. That doesn’t sound like me at all right? Upon arrival to pick up Little GB from my brother’s house I came home to find him crying and covered in vomit. He was getting down off of the trampoline and instead of using the chair that was there he wanted to get down the big-boy way. He somehow managed to lose his balance and fell. My brother said that he did not land hard so we didn’t really think anything of it. When Little GB gets hurt, he sort of gets mad. I wasn’t sure if he had vomited because he was so worked up or if it was more serious. So my mom got him cleaned up and I settled him down and just held him for awhile. He fell asleep and I just held him. When he woke up he was a little playful, but wanted to be held and kind of lethargic. For the rest of the day he just wanted to be held, until around 4:30 when he started to complain that his head hurt. My mom didn’t have any medicine so we went to the store to get some and while my mom was in the store Little GB threw up again. I (Pfeiffer had gone to Elko, NV on Monday for work and wasn’t supposed to be home until late Wed night.) decided that it was time to take him to the doctor. His doctor said that it looked like a concussion but didn’t have any equipment for x-rays and such so she sent us over to the ER. Little GB was such a trooper and big boy. The ER doc was nice and they took some pictures (a CT) of his head. My dad took him for the test, because me being prego couldn’t go back. All of the nurses were amazed; I guess they usually have to strap the little ones down, but not my big boy. By this time Little GB had medicine in him and was almost as good as new. The ER doc came back and said that he didn’t really look at children’s cat scans all that much and to him it looked like there was a little bit of bleeding on his brain and that it was to Primary Children’s Medical Center that we must go for a 2nd opinion, well no a 3rd opinion at this point. So an ambulance was called, a neck collar was worn and Little GB and mom went for a 40 minute drive into SLC to the children's hospital. Little GB was so brave; he thought it was cool when they sounded the sirens. After being there for a few hours the team of doctors agreed that Little GB did have a slight concussion, but there was no bleeding on the brain. Whew!! Pfeiffer arrived at the hospital shortly after we got a clean bill of health. Poor Pfeiffer had to drive nearly 200 miles to get to us and by the time he had gotten to us his mind was in over drive. By the time it was ready to go Little GB was ready to go home and was trying to get into everything. Thursday we took it easy and kept him medicated and he was pretty much as good as new by Friday. It was a long day to say the least!! But we had many prayers said in our behalf and for that we are thankful. My parents had driven in to the hospital and my brother Jed also came up. As I have said before, I have the best family ever!!
Pfeiffer did not escape the medical profession either. He hiked Lone Peak with his buddy Rich and on their decent he took a spill and ended up cutting his leg pretty bad. Stitches were in order and he came home with a whopping 7 stitches and his muscle stuck back into his leg. His leg looks pretty awesome with the stitches and the big bruise.
So all I can say is whew!! And thank goodness for medical insurance!! Here are a few pictures of our tumultuous week! (The pics were taken at a later date, as you can tell that they are taken at our house.) Little GB still likes to play with them. The one we refer to as darth vadar.