So it has been busy around here.
Last week Quatro had a seizure-like episode...but contrary to the title and to what people might think there was no shakin' goin' on. He went completely limp and was non-responsive for a few minutes while drooling, white skin, and eyes rolling back...it was very scary. So naturally I took him to the ER ($50). Luckily I was at my in-laws house so I could leave the other kiddos there and go quickly. So long story short they needed to check out him brain...and EEG. So to PCH we went but not before an appointment at the pediatricians ($20) and about three hours on the phone with the insurance company (on hold and a approximately 1.234 years off of my life because of stress of having to listen to the stupid recorded message about how my call is important to them blah, blah, blah, blah...idiots do they think that really works, cause it didn't for me), neurologists office, radiology...it was fun. So we went to get the EEG and they were able to get us in the same week which apparently is unheard of so apparently the sacrifice of years off of my life was a good enough threat to get in sooner.
Here were the instructions:
1. He must be sleep-deprived...yeah that was it just that one but what a one. How exactly do you keep a 14 month old up for 8 hours on only 5 hours of sleep.
We had to drive our other kids to the Mesa to be watched and then back to the hospital...car seat, sun streaming in, ever so slight rocking motion and vibrations from the hum of the odyssey engine...perfect circumstances for keeping a little one awake right? Wrong, we had to pull over three times to wake him up. Anyway, we got there adn then had to wait (another 2 years-gone) and wait. Then he got to go in...they massaged his head to clean it all up so the sticky stuff would stick and then they blew bubbles in his face hoping to distract him from the pumice like gel they were rubbing on him, then they got out a really obnoxious toy (the kind that makes noise with every jiggle and button and is supposed to sound like animal noises but really every animal sounds like a garbled version of a turkey being chased--if my kid grows up thinking that a cow and a dog sound like a garbled version of a turkey I am going to sue cause you can't get ahead in life with that kind of misguided education) to keep his hands busy so he wouldn't grab at the white glue like substance that was supposed to keep the sensors on. My son has very fast hands...he will not be dating until after his mission. It is too bad that the sensors weren't supposed to be on my neck, arms, and rapidly disappearing bosoms (did I mention I am almost done nursing-yep and you know what that means...no more shimmy shimmy shake for me, it is now more about the shoulder shake) because they were all covered in white goo dots from his very quick rubs of the head. I don't blame him it would drive me crazy too. Keep in mind too that he has been sleep deprived so he is really not thinking clearly. Poor buds. So it all got done, they wrapped his little (if 75%tile is little---no I did not have a c-section...and women everywhere just crossed their legs with a slight grimace of pain- or at least I did). They let me give him a bottle and he fell asleep sitting up in my lap and then the test began...they let him sleep for all of 30 minutes and then revived the poor kid and made him play more with the garbled turkey chasing toy.
Stupid, stupid, stupid...I gave up years off my life for that and my son now thinks that cows say glahabahehthle.