For those of you that missed my first post, this is the second part about the value of trusting your mommy instinct when it comes to the health of your children! You can click HERE to read part one! It will make more sense. Too much for one post, so this is the continuation…
…Later that same week, I had to take Emma in to the doctor’s office for a follow-up. I am convinced this was where she picked up a stomach virus. Another first, barfing & runs together. Horrible virus.
She gets through it okay but I am freaking out the baby is going to get sick. Doing my best to sanitize like a mad woman. Borderline OCD. Mamas, isn’t that just SO stressful? Not only is there the stress of having one sick kid, but the stress the other is going to get it!
Morgan and the rest of us apparently escape it. Thank God. I do a little happy dance we are all healthy. Then a whole week later Morgan starts vomiting and has the runs. Here we go. My 6 month old now has the same bug. We brace ourselves. I thought a 3 1/2 year old with the virus was bad.
It all happened quickly from the time she started vomiting. Maybe within an hour or so. When changing her diaper, I notice her skin looks a weird color. Her arms and legs are bluish/purplish and all mottled. Patchy. And her hands and feet were really bluish and freezing. I am wondering if she could just be really cold, so we put her in a warm bath, which makes her coloring really stand out because I can see the difference between her chest and extremities.
I am on high alert now on with the “hmmm” factor, so I call right away. It’s a Sunday, of course. I say the words “skin and bluish” and they tell me to take her to the E.R. right away.
We get to the E.R. and a blood test confirms she is dehydrated, which is what caused her skin to become that weird color. I had NO idea this was a sign of dehydration. They then attempt 3 times to unsuccessfully start her on an I.V. Because she is so little they couldn’t get it in her tiny vein. One of the worst moments I have had as a mommy was watching my poor baby go through this.
That day stands out as one of those I will unfortunately never forget. We had to wait for 12 hours in an E.R. examining room shared with different patients cycling in and out with a vomiting baby with the runs. One of which was a transient-looking man slurring at me “How’s your baby? I hate to hear babies crying!” Thanks for the input buddy. I almost snapped. Thank God for my husband. I don’t know how I would have made it through that day without him!
Since they couldn’t get an IV in and she couldn’t keep fluids down, at 10:30pm that night we have to ride in an ambulance to spend the night at CHOC hospital. Again they tried to get an I.V. in and were unsuccessful. At that point, all I could do was continue to nurse a little bit at a time and pray she would start to keep some fluids down. It was a very long night.
The next day, we were hours away from having to do a feeding tube, when she started to keep some milk down and peed for the first time. I have never been so happy to see pee before in my life. I cried with relief. Prayers were answered. From there she got better quickly. However, my recovery from this event took longer!
We survived. It sucked, but we survived.
When I was walking the halls at CHOC, I thought, my God if there is something to be in CHOC for, dehydration is probably the thing. I couldn’t help but think about the parents of those kids. Almost too much to handle.
That’s the end of my saga. Here’s to everyone’s HEALTH!! Sure makes you appreciate your kid’s health in a new way.
And, anytime you get that “hmmm…” feeling – act on it!