Not what I had planned on a Friday Night

Here he is with his stickers

He was nervous but I was trying to make him laugh

Ok, so I love this last picture. Check out his back side, he was flashing everyone and didn't have a care in the world.

This has been a hectic week. I had an inservice on Tuesday from 415-715 pm, Thursday was Open House until 7 pm so Friday all I could think about was going home and doing NOTHING! I told myself I was gonna relax. Well, if you don't know, Houston has always had constipation issues since he was little and he only goes to the bathroom once a week. Well it had been two weeks and he still hadn't gone. He woke up Friday morning and was saying it was hard to make his pee pee come out. I heard him but didn't think much about it. Then at school I heard him telling another teacher he couldn't pee pee. When we got home, I called Peds East and they said more then likely I would need to take him to the ER. They called back and said yep, head to the ER for diagnostic testing. Tim was working the Briarcrest football game, so we got in the car and headed to Baptist East. To make matters worse, my phone battery was very low and after all the chaos of finding a hospital (our insurance just changed) it only had one cell left. We got to the hospital at about 545 pm and finally got released at 1130 pm. Houston was so brave, he wasn't complaining and talked to all the nurses. He kept telling them he was not staying, he was going to the football game. Finally they put him in a room and did Xrays which showed he has a damaged colon and he had a major buildup. I know nasty, but it is scary how bad it got! Then they came in to administer the enema. omg, I have never seen one and my poor baby just broke down and cried. (I would have too if it was me on that hospital bed). We carried him to the bathroom to do his thing for 25 minutes. But praise the Lord his stomach had gone down and he felt so much better. He got to go to the treasure chest and of course he chose stickers. His nurse loved him so she gave him 8 packs of 2 each. I heard his ER doctor tell him he was taking too much, but the nurse snuck them back to the room. lol Pray for him to get on a schedule. He has to take Miralax (a special prescription kind) for the next 4 years since he has been like this for 4 years. I gave him a dosage earlier and he has not gone yet, so please pray that this works because it is stressful on both him and I. Thanks guys