Good news and bad news

I'll start with the good news...Trenton got his platelet count a week earlier than expected, and they were almost doubled at 63,000! The bad news is WHY he got them checked early.

The craziness started late Saturday morning when Trenton was playing on our bed. Tyler just got done telling him to stop jumping, and I was cleaning the floors next to the bed. The I hear a loud thump and see Trenton on the floor next to me, whacking the back of his head. I grab him and he's freaking out. As I start to walk him to his room, he's doing the sucking in thing and I'm just waiting for the wail to come out, but I don't hear it. He goes totally limp in my arms, passing out. I start screaming for Tyler, and hand Trenton to him. As I'm trying to figure out how to use a phone, and remember the number for 911, I'm thinking my son is paralyzed or dead, but then he's starts crying. He was probably only out for about 5 seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Worst...feeling...ever. I was just completely shaking and freaking out. Tyler actually did really well! It's a good thing that at least one of us can have a level head at certain moments.

Trenton is crying pretty good, but we decide to just call the doctor. Tyler talks to them while Trenton and I cuddle on the bed. He seems to be in pain, and kind of out of it, but doing OK. The doctor says just to watch him, but to bring him in right away if he throws up or acts really lethargic.

So we continue cuddling, Tyler goes to grab some Tylenol (thinking he must have a massive headache) and he just starts screaming again, then he throws up. Off to the ER! I realized it's hard to change clothes while shaking!

At Children's, the doctors and nurses are great, and very quick. After checking him out and talking to the hematologist, they decide to do a head CT since his counts were so low, and they would just feel better if they could rule out a brain bleed. Normally, they probably would have just watched him for a couple hours, but ITP butted it's way in again.

The CT was pretty rough, having Trenton squished into this little head thing, just screaming. But he eventually gave in and did really well. Tyler did great too, having to hold his hands and try to soothe him. While waiting for the results, they decide to get his counts checked while we're there, so they have an idea of where he is now. They were worried it was pretty low, since his belly is covered in petechiae.

The rest of the time was good news. The doctor told us that the scan looked great, and his counts were even up! She said he probably just has a concussion and to watch him really close the next couple days. Oh, and to take it easy. Yea, two-year-olds don't understand what that means. Trenton was already doing better, happy as usual, and ready to run.

I did have to wake him up during the night, to make sure that he would wake up. He just kind of looked at me, like "what the crap are you doing to me?" I took that as a good sign.

He did great the rest of the day, and had a blast today with all his cousins. You would never have guessed he had a concussion the day before. It's amazing how quickly they can recover.

I really felt like Trenton was covered in prayers. The word spread quickly, and I just feel like everyone is so concerned about him and loves him. It's nice to know he (and we) are so supported, and that God continues to take care of our little crazy man.

Hopefully the next count is done as just routine!