The boy who first made me a momma (one minute before his brother…and he won’t ever let Nathan forget that he is the oldest) has been sick. The helpless feeling watching your little one in pain is the absolute worst. After a week of sickness, thinking whatever stomach bug this is would go away, we finally ended up in the ER on Sunday night because he was in so much pain.
After a round of IV fluids and lots of testing, including a CT scan (thoroughly shaking me up), we were sent home.
The next night was a LOONNNGG one with lots of projectile-ing (I’ll spare you the details), therefore, I called his pediatrician in the morning to follow up. After a brief check-in at the clinic, we were sent home with a Zofran prescription and orders for rest and plenty of fluid intake.
As the morning went on, he seemed to be getting worse. He couldn’t keep a drop of ANYTHING down. Water, gatorade, pedialyte… everything came right back up. He started to get very lethargic and stopped talking altogether. I was on the phone with his pediatrician’s office on and off throughout the day giving updates. I knew something wasn’t right.
Thankfully, his pediatrician called at one point and asked me an important question I hadn’t even thought about: “when was the last time he went pee?” I realized I didn’t know the answer. It had been a while. She wanted to see him again so we loaded up and drove back to the clinic.
She looked him over and confirmed he was dehydrated and would be admitted to the hospital. I am so thankful she made that decision. He is now receiving his fourth bag of IV fluid and is starting to look like his old self again. The labwork from last night showed that he was severely dehydrated. I can hardly think of what would have happened if he hadn’t been here getting such excellent care. He had another long night of getting sick. If that would have happened at home, without the access to IV fluids, well…I just can’t think about it.
|He hasn’t stopped smiling!|
They still aren’t sure exactly what is causing him to be so sick. More tests will be run today. Likely just a nasty virus. Regardless, he will be okay. He is already starting to feel much better and I couldn’t be more grateful!!!
This whole experience makes me think of all of the mommas around the world who have no access to care. The helpless feeling of watching your baby get sick and be in pain for these women is magnified tremendously because they don’t have a doctor on call or a hospital down the road. I just ache for those mommas. I am incredibly fortunate to have been born here in the US and I pray that I never take the abundance of gifts here for granted.
Have a wonderful Wednesday, my friends. Hopefully, we will break out of here soon enough to enjoy the gorgeous fall day outside.
So many of you have prayed for my boy and I cannot thank you enough!