When you think you've asked enough questions....

ASK ONE MORE...

Wednesday morning, the nurse and her student came in to give Oliver eye drops.  First, we asked for what purpose? (they said to protect his thyroid during the MIBG) Second, we asked why would something for his thyroid be in an eye drop?  (they said they had asked their supervisor because they thought it was strange too, but were told it was possible to have different delivery methods) We asked one more time and they were confident...so in his eyes they went.  Oliver did NOT like them one bit...

Taylor's parents came to the hospital to give us a little break.  I needed to stop in at work and sign some papers that I had "left for Monday" when I finished work the previous Saturday and desperately needed a shower.  My mom swung by the front doors to pick me up and take me home.  I took a quick shower and hurried around to gather up some more clothes.  We had just jumped back in the car to head to Canton when my phone started ringing.  It was Taylor's parents...they were in the hallway outside Oliver's room.  They tried to sound calm, but they only knew that some doctors were in the room with Taylor and Oliver and that Tay had asked them to call me back quickly.  I did my very best not to lose my cool....we had no idea what was going on.  My mom dropped me back off at the front doors and I did that kind of skip/walk/run thing when you are trying to look calm, but aren't, to the elevators and up to the 12th floor.  When I arrived, Chris and Ernie were still in the hall...Oliver was crying loudly on the other side of the doors...I went in to find two doctors examining his eyes.  They quickly declared that Oliver's eyes were fine and that no damage had been done.  All I saw was my baby, soaking wet with yellow-orange dye streaking down his face.  

Apparently, shortly after I left the Posse figured out that the drops had been ordered incorrectly, or the pharmacy had tagged it wrong... who knows what really happened.  I guess that is for the incident report to figure out.  But, the intern came racing into the room to start flushing Oliver's eyes...Taylor said it looked like Oliver was being waterboarded....all the flush was running over his nose and into his mouth.  Thankfully, Taylor had the presence of mind to suggest tipping his head back and running the flush through his eyes and over his forehead instead.  The docs I had seen were opthamologists who came to ensure that his retinas, corneas and other eye anatomy were free of any lawsuit invoking damage.  (we are not litigious people, so they were probably in the clear anyway...)  Thank the good Lord his eyes are perfectly fine and the only harm was emotional distress.  Once he got himself positioned on my chest he fell quickly asleep.

Needless to say...we were right to question, should have continued with the questions...

and mama should never leave the baby!  (although, dad handled it like a champ) And, we feel confident it won't happen again to any other kiddo.

**by the way, the MRI was negative and uneventful.  One of my aunt's friends works in the department and was one of the docs who read Oliver's scans...he and the assorted anestheia personnel that we are also linked to have been asking for updates ever since he had his scan...so awesome to have extra eyes and ears around you at the hospital.  They took good care of Oliver***