It's been a little while since I've blogged. To be honest, I've not had time to sit down and have a really good moment to myself since Sami got out of the hospital. I've been playing catch up with laundry, dishes, toys, floors, etc. When mommy is gone for 2 days, everything goes to.. Well.. You know.
So Sami had another hospital trip. I don't remember exactly what day in February, but it was a Monday. I took her to the doc because she had a fever and just wasn't acting like herself at all. So her pediatrician (who I LOVE), sent us to get some x-rays of her chest and some bloodwork to rule out pneumonia and an infection. They prescribed a pedialite-only diet until her labs came back. Didn't say anything about tylenol so once we were out in the car on the way to get the labs/x-rays done, I gave her the recommended amount of tylenol. Maybe a little less. The x-rays were horrible. They had her in this cocoon contraption that looked like some torture device from way back when torture was an acceptable form of punishment. I felt horrible for my little girl, but I thought that the worst was yet to come. Blood work. I was terrified. I can't stand seeing my baby poked. But she did GREAT! She didn't like the tournequette, but once that came off, the needle didn't even bother her! I cried harder and the lady gave ME the sticker. WOOHOO!
So we take her home, away from all the "bad" people and settle in for the night. Dinner is cooked and ate. House is clean. Big kids are in bed. The night is finally mine and I claim a victory for us. I'm sitting in bed, feeding Samantha and playing FarmTown (DON'T JUDGE ME) and I burp her once she's finished. Chris is downstairs, of course playing Call of Duty (I love the man, but that xbox will be the death of me, I swear). I make sure Samantha is dry and I pick her up with her paci and blanket. I nearly laid her in her crib but she squirmed and I decided against it. She'd just scream once I got down the stairs and I'd have to walk back up them to get her and I'm just a little too worn out for that at the time. So I swaddled her and brought her downstairs with me while I watched Chris play a round of CoD.
At this point, Samantha is still twitchy and I immediately thought "This is strange".. I don't know. I had that mommy intuition. Something was wrong. At first I thought she was dreaming, which she does twitch in her sleep but only for a brief second before she's calm again, but this lasted too long. A minute at the most. So I pulled her away from me and focused on her face. It was dark, so it was hard to see. I jumped up and turned on the light and looked again. Her lips, eyelids and hands were blue. I swear, I never want to see that color blue/purple again.
I immediately ask Chris if he's coming with me to the hospital or if he was staying home. He is usually the one to tell me I'm over reacting and that I should just calm down but he reacted so quickly that it didn't reassure me like it should have, but it scared me. When he thinks it's an emergency, it's got to be damn convincing. He ran upstairs and grabbed Corbin out of bed and we threw them in the car. (Aeric stayed with our room mate at the time) I jumped in the back seat with Sami and off we went. I swear I don't remember a second of the trip until we got there. I know I was shaking and crying but I don't remember going through the main gates or anything.
We pulled in and I already had Sami unhooked from her seat and in my arms at that point. I ran through the door with her still slightly twitching and said "I think something's wro..." and the triage nurse (as if she knew I was coming) stood up in the window and snatched her from me. This was the single most helpless moment in my life. Watching someone take my little girl from me and run. I wanted to fall in the floor and die. I no longer had to be strong, because she was in good hands. PMO were there and helped keep me calm until the nurse came back to get me but it was hardly the distraction they wanted it/I needed it to be. When the nurse grabbed me to go back, it was like slow motion. Just like the movies. I know I probably ran, but it felt SO slow. Once we got to the trauma room, I see a team of nurses hovering around a lady holding Sami nearly upside down. Apparently, she projectile vomitted once they got her back. She had oxygen on and they were starting an IV. I requested that my husband be brought back immediately and he was in the room a short time later.
It was discovered that she had an ALTE (alty). an Acute Life Threatening Episode. The doctor said something about a febrile seizure caused by an infection. We aren't sure what the infection is because they gave her an antibiotic shot before they ran tests because her white cell count was high. I don't blame them. It helped bring down her fever, also. I'm thankful. I just wish we knew what the infection was.
We spent 2 days in the hospital, event free and we were discharged with outpatient appointments for tests to determine whether or not she has reflux in her kidneys (when she empties her bladder, the urine refluxes back into the kidneys). I forget what it's called. I'm certain she doesn't. Here's why.
The weekend previous to this hospital visit, my oldest son had the stomach virus that's been going around. I mentioned this to the pediatrician. He said that if she had it, she'd be puking.. Which isn't entirely true. I had it also, and never puked. Just got really nauseated and had a fever. Corbin also ended up with it, and he didn't puke, he just had yucky poo. So, at her follow up appointment 2 days after discharge, she started vomitting. Not spit up, but actual heaving, wretching, PUKE. There was her infection. Her body fought it off. Good job.
We will still have the tests done.
So since then, I've been a paranoid fool about her. She no longer sleeps in her crib, but next to me in her car seat. Why? Because the doctor said that had I laid her in her crib that night instead of bringing her downstairs with me like I had, she probably wouldn't have made it through the night. She would have more than likely asphyxiated on her own vomit. That makes me shiver thinking about it.
But she's home and.. Well.. She's home. She's healthy.. But not happy right now. Teething. On top of all the other things going on, she's teething hardcore right now. Screaming in her sleep. She's SO tired, but her gums hurt so she's got her eyes closed but she's still hollering at me. Yay. After two "silent" teethers, I've got my fussy one.
So, what else? Nothing comes close in comparison to that event.. But nothing else really has gone down since then. Just a whooooole lot of me running around cleaning.
Oh, Aeric almost cut his finger off while I was sick. Okayy.. That's a little dramatic, but he did cut himself damn good with one of my ginsu knives that my mommy in law got for Chris and I on Christmas. I love her for them, because they're AMAZING, but now I just need to drill it into my son's head that they aren't for stabbing soap packets for the dishwasher. *ahem* I was laying on the couch, shivering but hot.. Fever was 103 at the time (because I had just taken my temp and texted my hubby that I might need to go to the doc if the tylenol didn't start working soon), and I was just closing my eyes. Corbin was napping, Sami was in her swing fast asleep and I trusted Aeric to behave himself. Yea, I must've been delirious.
All of a sudden and I don't know why, I started thinking that something bad was going to happen because it was so quiet. I wondered what Aeric was getting into upstairs because that's where I had sent him to play so that I could rest. For some reason I thought "If something bad happens, I won't be able to do a damn thing about it, and neither will Chris because I've got the car." And just as I finished that thought and started drifting off into a peaceful rest, I heard a thud and an instant later heard "Mommy!" That panic voice from my oldest and I knew. I knew what happened. I suddenly felt 110% better and jumped off the couch like I was perfectly okay only to see blood squirting from his finger.
Now, if you know me.. You know my tolerance for my kids' blood. If I see it, I pass out. No ifs ands or buts. I see it, smell it, whatever. I'm out. Well, I guess my body realized that there was no one around to help and as sick as I began feeling and as badly as I was heaving, I managed to wrap his finger in a bounty paper towel (props to that company, btw. very absorbent.*wink*) before I ran to the bathroom to spew. Once I pulled myself together, I called Chris and told him I was on my way, that we may need stitches.. I managed to make it to base after pulling over twice to puke. The smell. The smell of blood in that enclosed space was horrid.
I still hadn't been able to survey the wound, all I know is I saw blood squirting at me, and no papercut sized cut will do that. It had to be something worse and "something worse" usually always required medical attention. So Chris gets to look at it and decides that because it's on his knuckle, that they won't stitch it and we go home. Chris plays doctor, cleans it and wraps it and the excitement is over. *phew* I can lay down now, right? WRONG. Dinner. Ugh!
When does mommy get a sick day? LOL!
So other than those TWO things, it's just been me cleaning and dealing with a teething princess. The stomach flu has vacated our house and I've been a lysoling FREAK!
So.. There's my update. I'll be around LOTS more... I'll post some pics tomorrow that I've taken since my last post. Goodnight!
