THAT was a new one!
Fourteen years in on this parenting gig and never once did we head to the ER for a kid with a stiff neck! Well, let's get serious about it for a minute folks, it was officially:
TORTICOLLIS after all!!!
So, here's the story:
Our littlest lovely snuck into bed somewhere between 3-5a.m. and soon after (well, I have no idea if it was soon after really) I was being requested to rub her sore neck, so I did. Woke up for good around 7:30a.m. with Liv laying flat on her back with her head looking over her left shoulder...and unable to move it One! Bit! without a good bit of pain. Of course I naturally thought, stiff neck, let's give it a little rub.
Then SP and Ben headed off to hockey and the stiff neck prevented us from getting going to the 9:15 service so I figured, well, 10:45 service it is. At 10:00a.m. though she was not improving at all and her level of agitation/pain seemed to be increasing to me. In the meantime, SP was shopping around the symptoms with fellow hockey parents and I was getting whispers back of...bacterial meningitis.
Well, that got me on a quick call to Urgent Care to which they responded to my story with..."Um, you need to take her to the ER." To which I responded with..."Um, what is it you think you couldn't diagnose in Urgent Care that you would like the ER to diagnose?" In my mind that question translated into: "HELLO PEOPLE, COULD YOU PLEASE TELL ME WHY I NEED TO IMMEDIATELY BRING MY 3YR OLD TO THE ER(!!!) SO I DON'T TURN INTO AN HYSTERICAL MESS??!!"
O.K., so, little gal can't lift her head without screaming in pain so I didn't think propping her up in a car seat would be a great idea, SP's at hockey, Lara can't drive yet (though it was a quick contemplation, I was getting mildly hysterical), zippity quick I call the sister and she's over in a flash. We three head to the ER and low and behold . . .
One grape flavored popsicle later, head's up and we've officially been diagnosed with Torticollis! With the calm of a seasoned nurse around one could really feel that hard, tight bunch of muscle to the left of her neck/top of her back as compared to the soft tissue on the right side. Totally prevented her from turning her head at all. No idea how it came about.
All motrined up she enjoyed a relaxing day with "Eggo Eggo, Go" (translation "Go Diego, Go"). "Dora" and "Angelina Ballerina" (can you believe Netflix doesn't have "Olivia"??? Horrors). She was still sore when that dose wore off, what a weird thing, eh?
While I'm slightly annoyed that I'll be paying probably the largest bill ever related to a stiff neck (we have horrible coverage), I am SOOOOOOOOO thankful it was nothing worse!
Thanks be to God!
Now, after fourteen years in on this parenting gig, I can diagnose a buckle fracture with my eyes closed, I'm adequately prepared to handle stapling a scalp and I'm ready with the motrin (well, store-brand knock off) for any more Torticollis (love that word!).