{"id":1054,"date":"2013-08-14T10:03:20","date_gmt":"2013-08-14T14:03:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/?p=1054"},"modified":"2013-08-14T10:17:09","modified_gmt":"2013-08-14T14:17:09","slug":"torticollis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/torticollis\/","title":{"rendered":"Torticollis"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Apparently we&#8217;re not quite finished with our in-depth study of new vocabulary words. \u00a0You know, Monteggia fracture, Torticollis &#8230;. I hope the next word is something like Baklava. \u00a0Adam woke Monday morning with his head hyper-extended to the right, completely unable to move it. \u00a0When I tried to help him he cried out with severe pain. \u00a0Because he didn&#8217;t have fever, meningitis seemed unlikely. \u00a0When ibuprofen didn&#8217;t touch it and he was still lying exactly the same way three hours later, I knew it was more than just a pulled muscle from sleeping on it the wrong way. \u00a0After more ibuprofen I tried to help him sit up in bed by supporting both his head and his back and pulling him up in a straight line. \u00a0He cried out again with pain and before we got to a sitting position he was too dizzy to go on. \u00a0I called his pediatrician in Virginia who said to try heat. \u00a0By 2:30 I insisted he get out of bed to go to the bathroom so we tried again. \u00a0One hand behind his head, one behind his back and a straight pull vertically. \u00a0His back muscles were rigid like concrete. \u00a0He cried with pain but we went slowly and he didn&#8217;t get dizzy. \u00a0Adam said his neck wouldn&#8217;t hold his head and the slightest shift in movement caused excruciating pain so I had to hold his neck and head the way you do a cervical trauma patient and somehow help him shuffle toward the bathroom. \u00a0His left foot wouldn&#8217;t go straight ahead; it pulled to the right. \u00a0By the time we were halfway finished with the necessary part of the trip he started screaming that he&#8217;s going to throw up. \u00a0The logistics were pretty grim.<\/p>\n<p>Having your dominant arm casted from fingers to shoulder is inconvenient. \u00a0Also having your neck muscles spasm so severely that your head can only be positioned in the direction of that shoulder makes things like eating downright awkward and vomiting something to be avoided at all cost. \u00a0I got him back to bed as quickly as I could while he turned grey and diaphoretic and later told me things went dark. \u00a0But! \u00a0He did not vomit. \u00a0I knew we needed help and after talking to our pediatrician&#8217;s office again, I called the local one who couldn&#8217;t see us because they had no appointments left for the day and who insisted we go to the ER.<\/p>\n<p>I was in tears. \u00a0That ER? \u00a0Again? \u00a0David suggested I bring him to Hagerstown since he was up there doing camp work anyway. \u00a0My friend, Sheryl, came to help me get out the door. \u00a0I carried the top half of Adam and she carried the bottom half and we slowly and carefully transported him to the front seat of the van where he could lie down and be fairly comfortable. \u00a0Liam stopped a mile down the road to play with a friend and off we went.<\/p>\n<p>The Hagerstown ER was a <strong>completely<\/strong> different experience. \u00a0The triage nurse started getting a wheelchair until I told him that I didn&#8217;t know if Adam would be able to sit up because it made him dizzy. \u00a0He listened quietly, called the nurse in the back to see if there was a bed, then walked to the van and carefully picked up Adam and carried him through multiple hallways until he got to an empty bed. \u00a0The nurses were helpful and the doctor had that relaxed confidence that happens to doctors with years of experience. \u00a0Not cocky. \u00a0Not standoffish because they&#8217;re unsure of themselves. \u00a0David said if we need an ER again, we&#8217;ll just always drive there. \u00a0I said unless the kids aren&#8217;t stable enough to make the drive. \u00a0In which case, he said, we&#8217;d call the squad anyway. \u00a0In retrospect, that conversation kind of cracks me up. \u00a0We have literally never been in the ER except after he rolled the truck and broke his hand and Adam had to be seen just because he was so young. \u00a0I am certainly hoping this hasn&#8217;t turned into an every three week occurrence!<\/p>\n<p>Adam was discharged with narcotics and ibuprofen. \u00a0We&#8217;ve been doing heat and ice and he is making progress! \u00a0Yesterday he could get out of bed and walk to the recliner even if the process looked like this.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0220.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-1055\" alt=\"Torticollis\" src=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0220-683x1024.jpg\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0220-683x1024.jpg 683w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0220-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0220.jpg 1108w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 683px) 100vw, 683px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0226.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-1057\" alt=\"Aug 13_0226\" src=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0226-1024x682.jpg\" width=\"700\" height=\"466\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0226-1024x682.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0226-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0226.jpg 1660w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 700px) 100vw, 700px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0223.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-1056\" alt=\"Aug 13_0223\" src=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0223-682x1024.jpg\" width=\"682\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0223-682x1024.jpg 682w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0223-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0223.jpg 1107w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 682px) 100vw, 682px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>At lunchtime he only made it to the table for five minutes before he couldn&#8217;t hold his head up anymore. \u00a0At dinner time, he made it through a quick meal. \u00a0By evening he could turn his head to a neutral period of time before letting it go back.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0231.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-1059\" alt=\"Torticollis\" src=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0231-1024x682.jpg\" width=\"700\" height=\"466\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0231-1024x682.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0231-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0231.jpg 1660w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 700px) 100vw, 700px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0230.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-1058\" alt=\"Torticollis\" src=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0230-682x1024.jpg\" width=\"682\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0230-682x1024.jpg 682w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0230-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Aug-13_0230.jpg 1107w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 682px) 100vw, 682px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Today he popped out of bed on his own with his head staying only slightly to the right and the capability of opening his mouth completely. \u00a0He can turn his head somewhat to the left for a few seconds.<\/p>\n<p>This child is such a trooper. \u00a0Last night he complained about having nothing to read. \u00a0He&#8217;s read everything in his scope about three times or more and it is way past time to get to the library. \u00a0But he never complains about the pain or about all the things he&#8217;s missing out on. Speaks wistfully, yes, but no complaining. \u00a0I could learn a lot from him. \u00a0He&#8217;s gotten a lot of gifts since he broke his arm and the other night when I was helping him get out of the tub, David walked in the door and said he had a box. \u00a0He raised his eyebrows a bit and said, &#8220;I like this treatment a lot.&#8221; \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n<p>So here&#8217;s to another day of lots of books on tape and hopefully more healing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Apparently we&#8217;re not quite finished with our in-depth study of new vocabulary words. \u00a0You know, Monteggia fracture, Torticollis &#8230;. 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