Ok, this is starting to get ridiculous. Of course all these things happen while Adrian is away. I remember the unholy nosebleeds of '05.
Orian has been complaining about leg pain for about a week. He complains about it constantly, especially before and after school. However, I had noticed that he sometimes didn't seem bothered, so I wondered if it was just attention-seeking behavior.
This morning I woke him up and then took Izzy downstairs to get her lotion and diaper and clothes on (fresh out of the tub).
I waited quite a while and he still didn't come downstairs. I was nursing Izzy, so I called up to him and he sobbed and said something, but I couldn't hear him (I have a problem with one of my ears right now and for reals, I can't hear well). I told him I couldn't hear him and that I was feeding the baby and asked him to come downstairs and I would help him with whatever problem he was having.
He cried some more.
Finally Xavier was showered and dressed and came downstairs. I asked him to check on his brother since Izzy wasn't quite finished nursing.
He went up there and helped for a bit and then came down and said his brother couldn't get out of bed because he leg hurt.
Around that time baby girl was finished with breakfast so I asked Xavier to hold her while I went upstairs to check on Orian, and then I would make breakfast when I got back downstairs.
My poor little baby was in his bed just sobbing, with his shorts at his knees. His brother had tried to help him, but just putting on shorts was too painful. I helped him get his shorts on and yelped the whole time.
Then I tried to coax him out of bed, but anytime he moved he would shout out in pain. I couldn't reach in and get him because he has a bunk bed and sleeps on the bottom bunk and I'm just not that good (or that strong...he weighs 60-something pounds).
He was crying and didn't want to get out of bed, so I had to tell him that the doctor couldn't come see him in bed, so if he wanted to feel better he had to get up and I would help him walk.
It took a long time and a lot of tears (and him holding onto my waist), but we made it down the stairs.
I originally had an appointment for this morning to get a referral for a urologist, but I figured I could convince them to see him instead and just make another appointment for me.
I finally got everyone fed and my oldest got all his gear and I dropped him off at school (heh, we didn't walk, poor Orian never would have made it).
I came back home and got ready and then we went to the doctor's office. Thankfully, they let me switch.
The nurse was very sweet but didn't speak English well, and when added with the fact that she was a chatterbox and wanted to make conversation, she became a point of stress. I tried very hard to understand her and talk with her, but wow, it was hard.
Orian decided he needed to go to the bathroom which was right outside the exam room door. He took forever. I finally check on him and he appeared to be standing like he was peeing, but he quickly asked for privacy, so I shut the door.
Several hours later (ok, not really, but it seemed like it), the nurse became concerned and checked on him. She came out and told me there was a problem. I got very worried and asked her to hold Izzy while I checked on Orian.
He was fine, but there was a big (sorry) doo doo streak on the floor. Now, Orian is six and he doesn't have poop accidents or play with poop, so I was very alarmed and confused.
It looked like he had tried to clean it up, and apparently that's what caused the delay. I got him out of the bathroom and had him wash his hands very well. I apologized to the nurse and took crying Isabella out of her carrier.
While the nurse was getting someone to clean the bathroom and we were waiting for the doctor, I tried to get Orian to tell me what happened. He seemed very timid and embarrassed. I thought maybe his leg hurt too bad to sit on the potty? I just couldn't figure out what could have happened.
Finally he confessed that he pooped and then when he stood up the poop fell on the floor (I guess it was a dangling poop...sorry!). Then he tried to clean it up, which obviously made things much, much worse.
The doctor came in and I apologized to him repeatedly. He was concerned that something serious was wrong because of the poop incident, so I explained that to him. He was actually very cool about it, although it was mortifying for me (and my little guy).
We talked about my son's pain, how bad, how often, where, when, why, how, and all that. The leg pain is in his thigh, he describes it as "excruciating", he limps, it's been going on about a week, and we are unaware of an injury that would cause it.
After checking him out, the doctor was sort of perplexed, but felt it might be a strained hip tendon.
He sent us to the pharmacy for some Motrin and then we were off to x-ray. This all involved a lot of walking, with Orian whimpering and limping and shuffling all the way.
Now we are home and waiting for a call back on the x-ray. Poor guy.