The Most Wonderful Sound in the World
As some of you may know, the baby has been very sick. It all started last Wednesday, one week ago today. He was fine during the day, so I went off to work in the afternoon like I do every Wednesday. When he woke up from his nap, he had a bottle and then threw up. The sitter thought that maybe he had just been a little too active after the bottle since he seemed happy enough. Then he ate dinner, and threw up all over the sitter! The poor girl, I don't pay her enough to deal with that! When my hubby got home, the baby threw up on him too. He was still feeling sick when I got home, but he was playing nicely and in good spirits. I figured it was just a little bug and that he would be fine in a day or two.
Boy, was I wrong. He just got sicker and sicker! Thursday he threw up just about everything that went into him. I was giving him tiny little bits of water in hopes that he would keep it down. He threw up several times each night. On Friday morning I called the doctor. I was sure this was not a 24 hour bug. We scheduled the earliest appointment we could, 4:20 in the afternoon. By this time, he was not keeping anything down at all and he was not in good spirits. He would just lay on my lap moaning. It was so sad! I was crying. I just wanted to make my baby feel better. He got more and more lethargic and I got more and more worried. Finally, I called the doctor's office again to try to move up the appointment. After I talked to the nurse, she told me that I needed to take him to the hospital. By now, I was sobbing. I called my hubby home from work and we went to the emergency room.
He was severely dehydrated. He needed an IV. Because he is so little and he is a bit cubby, his veins are hard to find. It took them 3 tries to find a vein, all as my poor baby screams from being stuck so much. They also needed a urine sample. To do this they needed to use a catheter. More screaming. They needed to check his glucose levels, by sticking him in his foot. It was awful. When they finally got the IV in, he just passed out in my arms. The poor little thing. Once he was hydrated and they had ruled out many illnesses, they sent us home. They were still waiting for some test results, but they would take a couple of days to come in, so we were able to take him home. Friday night was pretty rough, but on Saturday morning, he seemed to have stopped throwing up. Yea! We are finally done!
Well, on Saturday the diarrhea really got going. We went through about 30 diapers. Whatever went in, came out the same way. He was drinking a lot of pedialite and gatorade, so his stool was like water. His little booty was so red. We kept putting on cream, but he was just getting changed so much. We called the ER to see what we should do. They said that as long as he wasn't throwing up, he should be fine. In the afternoon, he threw up again. But, he had been drinking a lot of gatorade just before it happened, so I figured he was just too full. Then around 11pm he threw up again. We were worried enough that we loaded him into the car and back to the ER. It was a long night. They didn't admit him, but they gave us some very detailed instructions. While we were there, he had a reasonably solid bowel movement, and I crossed my fingers that it was over.
Sunday brought back the vomiting. Not as bad, but pretty bad. He just laid in my arms looking so miserable and pathetic. The only thing that seemed to stay down and help him feel better was nursing. Monday, still vomiting. But around 1pm it seemed to stop. OK, fingers crossed again. Please let this be the end. Please let him be better!
Tuesday morning he was in better spirits. He smiled. He started to play. Then I heard it, the most wonderful sound in the world, he giggled! God how I had missed that sound. I started to cry, I was so happy. He still wasn't 100%, but what a difference. His symptoms had slowed down and were more manageable. We only went through about 12 diapers. He was finally on the mend.
Today he seems to be done with all of his symptoms, I hope. He ate a good breakfast and he is playing again. I am thanking God for bringing my sweet baby back. We will play a lot today so that I can hear more of that wonderful sound.
Boy, was I wrong. He just got sicker and sicker! Thursday he threw up just about everything that went into him. I was giving him tiny little bits of water in hopes that he would keep it down. He threw up several times each night. On Friday morning I called the doctor. I was sure this was not a 24 hour bug. We scheduled the earliest appointment we could, 4:20 in the afternoon. By this time, he was not keeping anything down at all and he was not in good spirits. He would just lay on my lap moaning. It was so sad! I was crying. I just wanted to make my baby feel better. He got more and more lethargic and I got more and more worried. Finally, I called the doctor's office again to try to move up the appointment. After I talked to the nurse, she told me that I needed to take him to the hospital. By now, I was sobbing. I called my hubby home from work and we went to the emergency room.
He was severely dehydrated. He needed an IV. Because he is so little and he is a bit cubby, his veins are hard to find. It took them 3 tries to find a vein, all as my poor baby screams from being stuck so much. They also needed a urine sample. To do this they needed to use a catheter. More screaming. They needed to check his glucose levels, by sticking him in his foot. It was awful. When they finally got the IV in, he just passed out in my arms. The poor little thing. Once he was hydrated and they had ruled out many illnesses, they sent us home. They were still waiting for some test results, but they would take a couple of days to come in, so we were able to take him home. Friday night was pretty rough, but on Saturday morning, he seemed to have stopped throwing up. Yea! We are finally done!
Well, on Saturday the diarrhea really got going. We went through about 30 diapers. Whatever went in, came out the same way. He was drinking a lot of pedialite and gatorade, so his stool was like water. His little booty was so red. We kept putting on cream, but he was just getting changed so much. We called the ER to see what we should do. They said that as long as he wasn't throwing up, he should be fine. In the afternoon, he threw up again. But, he had been drinking a lot of gatorade just before it happened, so I figured he was just too full. Then around 11pm he threw up again. We were worried enough that we loaded him into the car and back to the ER. It was a long night. They didn't admit him, but they gave us some very detailed instructions. While we were there, he had a reasonably solid bowel movement, and I crossed my fingers that it was over.
Sunday brought back the vomiting. Not as bad, but pretty bad. He just laid in my arms looking so miserable and pathetic. The only thing that seemed to stay down and help him feel better was nursing. Monday, still vomiting. But around 1pm it seemed to stop. OK, fingers crossed again. Please let this be the end. Please let him be better!
Tuesday morning he was in better spirits. He smiled. He started to play. Then I heard it, the most wonderful sound in the world, he giggled! God how I had missed that sound. I started to cry, I was so happy. He still wasn't 100%, but what a difference. His symptoms had slowed down and were more manageable. We only went through about 12 diapers. He was finally on the mend.
Today he seems to be done with all of his symptoms, I hope. He ate a good breakfast and he is playing again. I am thanking God for bringing my sweet baby back. We will play a lot today so that I can hear more of that wonderful sound.
posted by Katie @ 5:59 AM
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