ER Visit

I am blogging out of order here.  This event happened on day 9 and 18 holes in for PacifierGate. 

It was bath time for my oldest, the bath was ready and in he walks to brush his teeth.  He is kind of whining and holding his stomach.  I ask him what is wrong, he says his tummy hurts.  I am not concerned at this point.  I tell him the story of the Boy Who Cried Wolf on a daily basis because he is always whining or crying about something that has nothing to do with anything.  So emotional, this child.  Well, he proceeds to hit the floor, doubled over, crying hard now.  He is piquing my interest now.  I ask him where it hurts, I do some pushing and feeling.  He just keeps saying that he really hurts.  I am kind of looking at my husband, WHAT SHOULD WE DO??  I said that maybe we need to go to the doctor.  My oldest kind of gets a second wind, pops up, not fully straight, but gets up to go to the bathroom.  He has quite a full bladder and I thought, that must be it.  He hobbles into the bath and seems to be doing better.  It is time to get out, and he can't.  He is crying again and my husband has to lift him out.  He is laying on the floor and we are putting his pajamas on for him.  I tell my husband that you need to bring him to the ER.  So, he carries him into the car and off they go. 

They do blood work and do an x-ray.  It all indicated that he was constipated.  He goes poop everyday, it has never been a problem.  He pooped the next day after school.  He continues to poop.  I guess you could say, sometimes, poop happens.