This week has been one of those weeks that you just wonder, "what did I do to deserve this?". This week started with a fairly decent Sunday..... until Corben started throwing up. Thankfully, when my kids get pukey, it only lasts for a little while, so within the hour he had stopped, and was sleeping. He spent the next day resting, and feeling much better. Which was great, until Rylissa came home from school, and she started throwing up. It took her about three hours until she was resting. She spent the next TWO days at home, because while she wasn't puking anymore, she was still very tender in the tummy area. Tim and I both had a couple days where we were definitely not feeling well at all, but at least we weren't puking. It wasn't fun though, not.at.all. Since Davin had been sick the week before, and so had Tayzia we assumed that we were good, and the bug had passed. We were right. Phew! That wasn't all though. Tim got 'chosen' to be a part of an exercise the base is doing this week. He was the only one in his unit chosen, and he has had to work the night shift. So while the kiddos are sick, and errands are needing to be done, I wasn't able to do them, because I didn't have him around to help me! Then I spent all of Thursday driving around, and taking Davin to appointment, after appointment to get him prepped for his oral surgery he was having.
The day before Davin's oral surgery we were given some really bad news. It's no secret that Corben has had some pretty big issues. He had some real problems this year that had us using a psychologist that works at the hospital. He comes out to the school to help with some of the tougher cases. He was able to work with us since about October of last year, and through his sessions, and some techniques we implemented, Corben has grown. The psychologist was able to completely remove the original diagnosis form Corben, and that leaves us with just ADHD. However, because of his weight, his pediatrician referred him to a psychiatrist to adjust his medications. Thanks to this, we found out the EFMP (exceptional family member program) at Eielson doesn't feel that they have the services available to help him, and are denying him travel. For some reason, they are under the impression hat he's suicidal, depressed, and suffering from an adjustment disorder. We aren't quite sure why they think these things, since NONE of these things have EVER been a problem for him. We are still moving to Alaska, it will just mean that he may or may not be allowed to attend school on base, he wont' be allowed to use base facilities, and any doctor appointments would be off base. It's more stress, and burden on me, to get him where he needs to go, but not the end of the world, and so we are willing to do whatever we need to. We are appealing their decision not to allow travel for Corben, and his psychologist is on his side, but we're not sure that will do any good. We'll see.
This brings me to Friday. Friday morning we were up bright and early and at the hospital around 6:30 in the morning. A month ago Davin had a tooth removed. At that time we were informed that the enamel on a lot of his teeth didn't form correctly, and his teeth were starting to crumble. It also meant that his mouth was a cavities dream. So they scheduled (tentatively) the OR to take care of his mouth in April. Thanks to some scheduling conflicts on our side, and theirs, they were able to get him in this week. So we arrived super early, and after getting paperwork squared away, we were told that he was number two in line. So it was going to be a while before they took him back. A while ended up being close to five hours. It was rough. Davin didn't want to put the gown on, or the hospital bracelet, he was hungry. He was going to be under general anesthesia, so he had to fast. Poor kid was so hungry and thirsty and kept begging me to get him food. All I could do is hold him, and apologize that I couldn't fix his hunger.
He did have moments of happiness while playing the kindle, or watching TV. I'm grateful there was a TV in that room, it helped. We didn't realize we'd be there as long as we were, so I didn't bring much to occupy his time.
Eventually they came in with a syringe filled with something to sedate him. He had to drink it. It was awful. They had to mummy wrap him, I had to hold him down, and then they had to force it down his throat. I wanted to cry so much. I hate forcing my kids to do things like that. It was awful. He got it down though, and within about 15 minutes, he was loopy, and acting all sorts of strange.
They took him back to the OR, gave him an IV, knocked him out, and after about two hours, they finished. He got any cavities filled, crowns put on all the teeth with enamel issues, a spacer for the tooth they removed last month. They cleaned, sealed, and put flouride on all his teeth. Then they brought him back to me. It took him over an hour to finally wake up. Once he was up, he devoured a popsicle, proved he could walk, and we were on our way home. It was close to 5 when we finally got home, and he's been bouncing off the walls ever since. Crazy kid. I'm happy he got it all done, but man oh man, what an ordeal.
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