Faith was released from the hospital yesterday finally. On Friday night at 8 pm, she began to complain about her stomach hurting starting from her belly button and going to her hips. I placed a call to her doctors at that point. I thought that maybe she was starting her period so I had her go get into a luke-warm bath. She wasn’t in it for five minutes when she starting vomiting all over. We are starting to clean her up when the doctor calls back. I explain the situation to him. He tells me to take her to the hospital right away. In the meantime, she starts telling me that she is dizzy and begins to pass out when we are trying to dress her. Wake her up. Put her socks on. Shoes.. Wake up. Walk and half carry her to the car. My husband has to stay home with Jason. We know that he won’t react well at the hospital. Drive to the hospital while talking to her the whole time. Snow coming down. Worried about slick spots. Get to the hospital and try to walk/carry her into the hospital. I can’t carry her well. I have a bad back and she weighs 82 lbs. Get to the door and grab a wheelchair. By this point, Faith tells me she is very sleepy. She can’t hold her head up. This is my baby girl with no energy at all. I’m terrified. This isn’t the Faith I know.
Low grade fever. They take her right back though. She can’t hold her head up. She keeps passing out when they are talking to her. We get in back and they set her up with an IV. Doctor keeps asking if she could have gotten a hold of any pills. “NO!” I assure him. I have Jason’s meds locked up. What does he take? I tell him but again stress that Jason’s meds are locked up. They do a cat scan on her since she has had to head injuries in two years. We get there she starts throwing up again. They have to stop the cat scan so that they can get an order for the medicine that will make her stop throwing up. Finish the cat scan and back to the room.
Sit there about another hour. Blood work was taken. She couldn’t pee. Could it be a bladder infection? No way to tell. She couldn’t go. White cell counts are low. Doctor comes back in to see me. They are going to transfer her to Children’s Hospital because she is so lethargic and it could be appendix but they aren’t sure. At this point, Faith begins to revive. She’s talking. Ambulance comes and off to the hospital we go. I chose to drive separate because I didn’t want to get stuck 30 minutes away from home with a sick child if they send us home. As we head to the hospital, the red light comes on for gas. Great I’m going to run out of gas. I keep trudging. I’m not letting my baby go into another hospital without me. Luckily I get to the hospital with the ambulance and park on a hill. I know that I won’t have any gas later but I need to be with her.
She’s chatting up a storm like she always does. Children’s Hospital doesn’t see any lethargic reactions. But Faith is still in pain. They rehook up the IV. Ask Faith if she has to pee. Yes she does. They don’t let her. The nurse asks what is going on. Then a doctor comes in. He leaves after telling me he is going to order an ultrasound done on Faith to check on her appendix. Faith can’t pee. They need her bladder full.
He leaves. Then another doctor comes back in. He says he has ordered two ultrasounds on Faith. He wants to check her female parts too. He wants to make sure that her tubes or ovaries haven’t gotten twisted. He said they always have an overhead doctor to make sure that the others don’t miss something. WOW that’s a great feature in a hospital.
Off for the ultrasound we go. Found the ovaries with no problems. Then they let Faith pee in a cup. We still have to check for a urinary tract infection. Come back in to do the next ultrasound. The technician looks confused as she does it. She calls in another supervisor. They can’t find Faith’s appendix. They assure me that is a good thing because if it was infected it would show up. Faith’s female parts look great.
Back to the room we go. The doctor comes in and tells me that they are waiting on the surgeons to come down and check Faith. That they will probably keep her for observation since Faith is still complaining about pain. Which happens. Surgeon says to keep her about three hours later though. It’s 5 am and finally Faith drifts off to sleep. I can’t. I’m scared. I’ve been scared all night but when they said surgeon…my fear quadrupled. Last time, Faith had surgery was when she was three years old for her adenoids, tonsils and tubes. I held her while they put her to sleep. It felt like her spirit slipped out of her body and I was hysterical. I felt that feeling the instant they said a surgeon was going to check her out.
At 8 am, we are finally in a hospital room. Faith has been admitted. I talk to my husband about bringing gas for the car. And finally I fall asleep knowing Faith is sleeping close by. Every time someone moved into the room I woke up until 11 am. Then I was out big time. I finally woke up at 1 pm because Jason was being loud.
She stayed in the hospital one more day. They kept her until her white cell count had gone back up and she had eaten.
I learned how much I loved my children.