It seems like so much has been going on since the middle of the year with the kids and their health. We've had some pretty scary moments and it seems they've been back to back with little room to recover.
Last Thursday the kids had their last day of school for Christmas break. They had a party to celebrate and you never know what they eat. Gracie's stomach was tore up that night, Friday, and Saturday but she is extremely sensitive to red dye so we thought that was the reason. We went on with our plans for the train ride, etc. Sunday things were worse and I knew it was not because of red dye, she had a stomach virus. I felt she needed fluids and we should take her to the ER but Ricky said we'd take her to the Pedi on Monday. Monday morning she goes to the pedi and they say there is nothing they can give her, it has to run it's course. Monday night she is really sick, dehydrated, the works so I decided to take her to the ER. We go to one ER close to home because my thought was giving fluids isn't brain surgery. Well, I've never met a bigger quack. The doctor didn't know what ROP was, the difference between an aneurysm and a bilateral hemorrhage. That is beyond crazy! He then proceeded to tell me to just give her an adult over the counter and just give a little bit because she is little. I gathered all three of my babies and walked out. They ran after me and I told them I would never give them that medication. So off we went to St. Luke's where we always go. We got there at 9pm. The intake nurse assessed her and agreed she needed fluids. By 11:45 we were finally in a room. At 1am not a nurse nor a doctor had laid eyes on us. Nor was one to be found. We walked out. Tuesday I call the Pedi and say this hands off approach isn't working and we need to do something. The doctor had us come back in and this time said we would be directly admitted into a local hospital. By this time Gracie hadn't peed in two days, was laying around, and so dehydrated.
Just great, another hospital stay. We get there and they attempt an IV- fail. They try again and again each time a fail, each time they are digging around with the needle for minutes at a time. Finally about 1am I couldn't handle it anymore and called Ricky to come up. By the EIGHTH yes EIGHT try I freaked out. I was trying not to cry but it was horrible. She was in so much pain and they couldn't get it. Enough was enough. I request the supervisor and when she came in she said their next step would be to insert a needle into her leg bone to give fluids. Want to talk about someone loosing it- that was me and Ricky. Hell No was that answer. The next sentence was transfer us out of here now! The doctor called our room directly. By this time it's 3am and this is day 7 of Gracie being sick. She said she would come up there to see us. In the meantime I was forcing Pedilyte via syringe and she was so mad about it but it had to happen. The doctor arrives and agrees to not keep trying to stab her. That we can make her drink fluids. She had finally stopped pooping too so it helped a lot. Fast forward to the afternoon, she was back to normal. Thank goodness! I'm so thankful!
Tonight Brody and Madi have started with the same symptoms. All I want for Christmas is two things: healthy babies and a case of diaper and wipes. Jeez!
2013 is going to be a great year for us. The kids are going to have an easier time with their health and all around it will be great. I'm excited!
KP
