Those of you who are all BFF with me over on facebook will know that I’ve spent the last 24 hours in the hospital with Little Girl.
On Monday, I gushed about how happy LG is.
On Monday night, LG decided to be cranky and inconsolable. It was uncharacteristic of her, and I chalked it up to it probably being a Wonder Week, as she seemed to be displaying all the typical signs.
On Tuesday, she was spitting up with more force (I guess projectile vomiting would probably be more accurate), but given the fact that this kid spits up her weight in liquids daily, I didn’t think anything of it. On Tuesday night, she refused to go to bed. She cried every time I tried to put her down, until finally, I just gave up, put her next to me in bed, and then slept all crooked, while she fitfully jammed her appendages into my organs.
Yesterday, she went back to sleep after waking up at 5, and I had to prod her out of bed at 8:30, where she promptly went back to sleep less than a half an hour later.
I took her temperature all three days, and only once, did she register a temperature, not a fever, but a temperature of 99.1°. We went over to our friends house to let the kids play and she was fine until lunch time. And then she proceeded to shiver, and then her hands and feet turned blue.
The pediatrician saw us and after I paid 15 bucks for them to tell me she had a 103.9° temperature, she told me to head over to the ER so they could run tests to see if she had the flu. She was so hot, that she was literally making me sweat.
Over in the ER, I watched in horror as they drew blood, and then catheterized her to get a urine sample.
Her tests came back that she had a UTI and a kidney infection and they would have to admit her to give her antibiotics and run more tests to rule out other bigger problems.
In the grand scheme of things, it’s so not a big deal. It could have been so much worse, other kids are much sicker than mine, blahde blah blah.
But the Mini has never had more than two fevers ever, and they never went above 101°, so to see my poor four month old baby turn blue and shiver, well pardon me, but it was really fucking scary. Especially given the fact that this kid farts rainbows and puppies on a regular basis, she’s just that happy. We’re hoping to leave here in a little bit. The nurses on the pediatric floor are super nice and it’s obvious that they love kids, especially babies as cute as my own. But I’ll tell you, I never want to see the inside of this floor again.