Broken Bones to Kidney Stones

We have had quite the week over here!

Last Saturday my son took a fall while at the gym daycare that led us to a trip to the ER. It was one of those experiences where I felt I might be overreacting but it was best to be sure.

Turns out my instinct was correct, and he had a fractured foot. When the doctor came in to tell us what they found, I almost laughed out loud. I have this nervous tick where I giggle in inappropriate situations, because I don’t know what else to do.

See, I knew this was coming and that slight giggle was almost a sigh of “I told you so.” I wasn’t happy I was right, actually, I was really mad at myself for letting it happen, because I knew that deep down the gym daycare was below mediocracy with the care they provide.

I had told them a year ago that the leaders in their establishment don’t pay attention to the children, they stand on one side of the room socializing with their backs turned to the kids on the other side, they keep phones out etc. Trying not to ruffle feathers, but feeling insecure about my son’s safety there, I tried to bring it to their attention. They said they’d look into it but nothing ever changed. I eventually just stopped taking him with me to the gym.

A few weeks back, the summer season started and I wanted my son to enjoy going to the fun kid pool at the gym. We added him back on the membership, meaning he could go to the gym daycare with me- along with my infant son. I was a bit nervous, but hoping the leaders either matured over the year or moved on, I felt it would be okay to bring both of them with me.

I actually felt more secure with the baby since he slept the whole time while there, but now my oldest was at the age requirement to play on the playground they have. I figured he’s strong and knows his limitations, and the playground is divided by age; I needed to stop being so picky.

That Saturday morning I woke up ready to take my oldest to the gym since he loved the playground. My first conscious feeling was still nerves about it, but I told myself “they wouldn't still be running the place if someone got hurt.”

I can’t tell you why I thought that, but it will always be one of those things where I either predicted it or brought it on.

After my workout, I went to pick him up, and that is when I noticed him limping with his foot inverted. He walked me through how he fell from the big kid’s side of the playground. Not one leader saw it happened, called me, or reported it. And having only a three year old to trust in that situation and not an adult, I took him to the ER.

He was fitted for the tiniest little boot you have ever seen.

Since then the gym has taken this “very seriously” and changes are to be made. It is a horrible fact that he had to be hurt in order for things to change.

Other kids will reap the benefit of his misfortune. And I am not sure I will ever bring him back due to the maturity of the staff and how they spoke to me when I asked how he was hurt.

Days following that occurrence, my husband went to nurse his father after hip replacement surgery so his mom could go be with his grandmother as she passed away. It was a lot to take in in just the matter of days. But as that week ended, I began to have severe side back pain that shot across my stomach.

It was nothing like I had ever experienced before- and I have been through childbirth twice.

I tried to stick it out a few hours to see if it would pass, but the pain began to get so intense I had to go to the hospital.

I took a ride in my first ambulance! It was an extremely bumpy ride for something that is to transport those in pain.

Turns out I had a Kidney Stone that was three times the size of the ureter is was trying to get through. I needed to undergo a procedure to get it out.

My husband came home early to be with the boys and I got two nights in the hospital by myself. Not quite the alone time I imagined, but it was nice to sleep uninterrupted for the most part.

All went well and now I am nursing myself back to health in bed with lots of sleep and Gossip Girl- don’t ask why. Just trying to avoid to the uncomfortable pain from a stent placement that I have to wait two weeks to get taken out!

And that is how we went from broken bones to kidney stones in 7 days!