Those Poor Eyes

This past weekend was a tough one in the Phillips household. Between battling colds and the flu, our family was having a sick weekend. After my loving mother in law drove down Friday from her home in Minnesota, Haley and I set up shop, hibernating in bed, while Grandma spent some quality time with Hudson. Fast forward to Sunday, everyone was in tip top shape and feeling much better. Haley and I had a date night planned to go to one of our favorite restaurants in downtown Des Moines named Django. We had a babysitter lined up through our church and we were beyond excited to spend the night together after a crazy weekend.

All day Sunday, Hudson was still getting over a multi-week cold. His eyes were starting to get remarkably “goopy.” This is something that he has had before and we were always told just to wipe it with a warm wash cloth. He seemed to be doing fine and we dropped him off at the babysitters.

Dinner was fantastic! Haley had a steak while I had a hamburger and a side of fries, one of my favorite meals. We genuinely enjoyed the baby free time as well as being able to get out of the house. Our waitress was top notch, making the experience just that much better. After this, we made a quick Target run to get some groceries.

When picking up Hudson from the babysitter, something was wrong. He was incredibly fussy and his eye was blanketed with this thick green “goop.” He cried every minute of the 15 minute car ride home. Once we got home, he was refusing to open his eye and crying in a way that he has never cried before. I don’t know if was more of a frustration or a cry of pain but this was the first time that I have every seen him so uncomfortable. It broke my heart seeing this. When we took him out of his car seat, his eye was starting to swell up. The best way that I can explain it is similar to a black eye. He was refusing to open it and would not let us to wipe it up. At this time, I knew that we had to do something. I decided that it was best to call in to the nurse’s line to get their opinion.

It was about 8pm. In central Iowa, we don’t have any urgent cares so the nurses line told us that it is best to go in to the hospital. During the ride, he fell asleep and was extremely peaceful. We made the trip to Methodist Hospital in Des Moines, the same hospital that he was born at. We checked in at the desk and told them what was going on with him. Being as it was a Sunday night, the “house” was full and the waiting room was packed.

We find a couple of chairs in a corner to sit down in. Now the corner point is key because I have no interest in A. myself picking up some of the germs these people have B. Hudson or my wife picking them up. The waiting room was a zoo. Calling it a “zoo” is frankly an understatement. People decided to haul up there whole family and hang out while waiting for their sick ones to get seen. There were kids running around, screaming, crying and walking up and trying to touch other kids. Their parents were to busy on their phones or trying to get a little “shut-eye.”

After we got there, the swelling of Hudson’s eye dropped down drastically. It was way better but the poor guy still couldn’t open it because of the dried up goop. After being in the waiting room for hours, we eventually get called in to a room.

We hear a mom in a neighboring room tell a nurse “I had a cough once that turned in to bronchitis and I want to make sure my daughter doesn’t have bronchitis.” This actually frustrated me as we waiting hours to be seen due to people that had no reason to be there. Not saying their medical condition isn’t valid but the pediatrician would love to see you in the morning, a cough is not an emergency!

Hudson got seen next by a remarkably nice female doctor. The first thing that she did was check his ears and it turned out that he had an ear infection that had developed. It was only in one ear. This made sense as to why his cold seemed like it would never go away.

I would do anything for my son. Including sit in a emergency room lobby for hours with a bunch of sick kids. I love him more than anything and seeing him in the pain was the worst. We picked up the drugs from the pharmacy the next morning and Hudson is doing 100 times better.

I know this isn’t the first or the last time that we will be going to the hospital. The world is a scary place and his next crazy adventure is right around the corner. Before I know it, he will be running around and getting in to playing sports, or even learning how to ride a bike without training wheels. Whatever it is, I am excited and more than ready to take on whatever the world gives me.

“I have learned that raising children is the single most difficult thing in the world to do. It takes hard work, love, luck, and a lot of energy, and it is the most rewarding experience that you can ever have.”

– Janet Reno