Just as I was getting back into the blogging mode again…my baby decided to get sick. I debated blogging about it because in the blog world, you kind of have to decide how personal you want your blog to be. But, there were so many blessings that came in spite of everything that I thought it was worth posting about. That being said, I’ll spare you ALL the details, but I’ll just say that this was the scariest experience of my life (as a mother) and probably the worst experience of my life.
In a nutshell, my baby developed urosepsis (something I knew nothing about). Her fever was 103.5 then plummeted to 94.9. When I got that reading, I pretty much freaked out. I quickly told my husband to give her a blessing. There were a lot of other terrible things that her body did in the next few hours, but what I really want to remember is that when we went outside to wait for the ambulance at about 10pm (I think), my nurse neighbor just so happened to be outside (Blessing can you say?!!!). We called her over and she gave a quick assessment and told us exactly what was going on and to get our butts to the hospital. She told us not to speed (her dear husband is a police officer), but we did not listen.
SIDENOTE: My house was a MESS!!!!! She stayed with my kids until my parents got there!!! Love her for that…but still, my house was a mess!!! In my defense, we were on the tail end of a house full of stomach bug people. Still, a blessing. Normally, I could have called on my sister to watch my kids, but she was out of town, so having my sweet neighbor there made it so that I didn’t have to wait to go to the hospital. Did I mention my house was a mess?????!
We opted NOT to go in the ambulance because they wouldn’t have taken us to our hospital of choice. The ER doc made an erroneous call on her condition and being that I was armed with the knowledge my neighbor provided me with (again…a blessing!), I was able to push (demand) that the pediatrician come and see her. Once the Peds came to the ER, they pretty much high tailed us out of the ER. You know how doctors have to be polite to other doctors; never undermine each other? I appreciated the “What the h-ll” face the pediatrician obviously directed to the ER doc when she came to see my baby.
Once we were moved to the PICU, it was all hands on deck. I’m so thankful for all the work that the nurses and doctors did on her as awful as it was to watch. Everyone fell in love with her squishy body. They are used to seeing skinny babies and they couldn’t get over her chubs. I can’t say enough about how determined everyone was to making her better as fast as they could. Then, for the duration of our stay there they would pop in and check on her even though they weren’t “assigned” as her nurse.
We knew she had a UTI because they found it when I was in the clinic earlier that day. She didn’t have obvious signs yet of going septic. They gave her two shots of antibiotics.
Normally, we love her chubs, but in the hospital, her healthy physique made it extremely difficult to see her veins. There were at least 17 attempts at getting an IV on her. Many different departments tried. ER, Pediatrics, NICU, Anesthesia, multiple nurses & finally, the NICU doc from another hospital all took a few stabs at it…literally. The couple of times that they were able to get a vein, it would collapse. I feel so very blessed that she already had the antibiotics in her system from the clinic that day. It was starting to fight the bacteria. Because of the bacteria going to her blood, they really needed her to get the medicine through an IV since it’s a more direct route than the shot. Having failed at getting an IV, the doctor wanted to put in a central line (which scared the crap out of me). They also considered a spinal tap. BUT, because of her quick response to the meds (via the shots) and drinking pedialite like it was going out of style, they felt like the path we were on was working. She was responding good to the treatment.
Part of the decision for not doing the spinal was based on the fact that the doc assumed she had her two month vaccinations because the computer system didn’t flag her like it should have. There is a vaccination they get at two months that prevents meningitis. If she was flagged that the vaccinations weren’t given (I felt like an awful mom when the doc realized she didn’t get them), they for sure would have done the tap. Why is that a good thing? Doing a spinal tap can be very risky. On the other hand, having bacteria in the spine is life threatening. Why I feel blessed? We were able to avoid three VERY invasive procedures on a little four month body. The spinal tap and the central line. The central line would have required not just the insertion of the line, but they also would have had to put her under anesthesia. I am sooooooo grateful that things happened the way that they did and she was able to avoid all those procedures.
Thank you to everyone who specifically prayed that she would not have to do the central line. Thank you mom for putting her name in the temple. Once the decision was made not to do the line OR the tap, I almost passed out because I was so relieved (and slightly sleep deprived). It was an indication to me that the worst was over. I’m so thankful to my parents and sister for helping out with my kids so much since my husband couldn’t get away from work. I was able to really just focus on her and know that I really didn’t have to worry my other kids because they were in such good hands.
This is her in the PICU…she’s a teeny bit too big for that warmer 🙂
The nurses brought her this hat to help keep her from losing body heat.
This was the night before we went home. It’s 3am and they are trying to get her body temp back up so they put her to sleep on warmers and one of my favorite nurses made her this cute hat out of a onesie!
I feel so incredibly blessed. I know families endure much worse medical experiences for their little ones. I am thankful that this was something that was treatable. I hated watching my baby go through this. But, I’ve learned that although the Lord doesn’t shield us from awful experiences, he lovingly provides tender mercies. That way, while we have to go through the junk stuff, we can feel His love and know that He is aware of our concerns. Once I started recognizing the blessings, I had hope that she would be okay. And she is. We’ve spent waaaayyy too much time in the hospital both during the pregnancy and after. I hope we’ve done our time and we don’t have to do it anymore.
You’d never know what a sick little duck she was just a little bit ago.
*The first picture at the top is the first time we got to hold her outside of the incubator thingy.