How we spent Halloween

Yea, it’s mid-November and I’m just now talking about our Halloween. I’ve actually debated about even putting it out there but, it really isn’t a huge deal.

Our plan, like everyone else, was to go trick or treating. My biggest worry was if Duncan was going to be able to stay up past his bedtime to be able to trick or treat and if he’d tolerate his costume.

Well, after his doctor’s appointment which was on Halloween, we had found that he still had not gained any weight since his 15 month check up. He’d fallen off the chart and was classified as “failure to thrive”.

Now, we didn’t know that this is what he was classified until we were on the road to go to Indianapolis and got a call from CPS. Oh yes, it went there.

The doctor had spent about four minutes in the room with Duncan and us after we waited for about an hour and a half. After the usual questions he asks if there’s a problem with us getting out to Riley’s childrens hospital. We told him no and he walks out while we wait for the nurses to come give Duncan his shots.

The nurse then tells us that the doctor wants us to wait there still until the hospital calls back because he wants us to go that day. Nothing was said prior to going right then and there and after an hour and a half of waiting, we’re getting pretty angry.

So, she tells us it will be about ten minutes. We wait about fifteen and Duncan is falling asleep, we still need to pick my Mom up from Walmart where we left her since it was only a check up. After waiting the fifteen minutes we walk out.

We drive home after calming down, Jamie calls and they still say they want us to go in tonight. So, while pissed that still nothing is being said as to why it’s a rush after all this time, we pack his diaper bag and start the hour and a half to two hour trip to Indy.

Half way there Jamie gets a phone call from CPS saying that someone called and she wanted to know where we were. I told her that we’re on the way to Indy and ask her why CPS was called. She said she couldn’t say who called but that it was due to medical negligence. Are you kidding me? So, we called the doctors office, got no answers there as to why we would be medically negligent with Duncan and didn’t even get the doctor on the phone.

Not to make this any longer but we had to go to the ER where they said this could have waited until the next day. Duncan was admitted for about two days to figure out why he isn’t eating more solids than he is.

The main thing? We’re not letting him get hungry enough. Yep. We got rushed to the ER, CPS called on us, and Duncan admitted to the hospital to tell us we need to make our kid hungry.

So, we’re now on a feeding schedule to make him hungry and he’s doing a lot better and eating more food. Still not what he should be and he still won’t drink any milk out of his sippy cup but, he’s eating a bit more.

We go back to his doctor and the doctor tells us that he still wants him to go to early intervention. Not a problem except the developmental doctor at Riley’s said he wouldn’t qualify for it. It’s not a developmental problem for EI to take care of. So, whatever, you want to act like now you care about it after six months of us voicing our concerns? We should have changed doctors about eight months ago honestly.

We took care of CPS because there was no need for them to be called for it. I can’t believe that they were even called in the first place. Every doctor we told (since we had to go through the story a million times) was quite surprised that CPS was called over it, especially when they talked to the doctor and he said he had no desire to eat and that was totally false. Which they saw for themselves.

The plus side? We’re getting more progress with his eating, it’s getting recognized as a problem, and we got to wake up to this view for a few days.

Aside from that, it does put a lot of things in perspective when you are woken up at 3am while in the hospital, laying next to your otherwise healthy child, to a “code blue” on the floor. Thanking your lucky stars that you are there for something as small as not making your child hungry enough that he wants to eat solids.