An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
I got a call from my granddaughter, Spud had been throwing up EVERYTHING, and was running a bit of fever. She was sitting in the doc’s office with him, waiting to get in. They were nice enough to squeeze her in since her regular pediatrician was out of town. A couple of hours later, I got a call from my daughter…they were heading to Kingswood Medical Center for an abdominal ultra sound. The doc decided it was either baby reflux, which apparently is more common than I thought, or pyloric stenosis. So, we started the phone waiting game.
After what seemed like forever, I got a text…the radiologist ruled out pyloric stenosis, but said it is possible he might develop it later. So, thankfully, no surgery! At least for the moment. If that had been the case, I would already be in Texas by now! They headed back to the doctor, and he sent them promptly to the ER. After all the vomiting, the tiny person was quite dehydrated. He was throwing up Pedialyte as well, so he was getting no nutrition, or liquids. My daughter sent me a picture, which of course, being 700 miles away, made me feel completely helpless.
They did all the normal tests, x-rays…wish she had gotten a shot of THAT…itty bitty completely covered by portable machine, blood…white count good so no infection, and urine. Now, when she told me how they got a urine sample from little boys, even I had to cringe. Evidently, they have this little plastic bag cuppy thing, with a little hole in it, and they have to tape it to his…well…what males don’t want kicked. It seems the tape got stuck, and removing it made him even MORE unhappy.
About seven, I got another text. They decided to keep him overnight for observation. A just in case scenario, which of course, put my stress back up into the ‘you don’t wanna be around me‘ level. If it hadn’t been for Chris….well, I’ll just say THANK YOU, m’friend! And leave it at that!
Brat let me know they put him in a ‘baby cage’. Now, the way my mind works…the mental image of something small with the word cage…..
Jr, all the while, kept wanting to know what she had done wrong. Nothing! Brat attempted to explain to her over and over, this was NOT her fault, and she hadn’t done anything wrong. Unfortunately, these tiny people don’t come with a users manual, and all kinds of things can happen to them, physically, that no one can predict. But if you’ve ever been a new mother, or even a dad, you know all the reassurance in the world doesn’t stop you from thinking it was something you did.
Hopefully, she has now calmed down enough to realize, things just happen, and there was nothing she could have done differently that would have prevented this episode. Perhaps, after Brat got some food in her, she was able to get a little sleep. Although, knowing her…not a whole lot! I think Brat finally made it home just in time to collapse into bed.
So, yeah….yesterday seriously sucked! We are praying the medication will do its job, he’ll be rehydrated and be able to keep down his formula. She stopped breast feeding last week, so the young’un got plenty of what he needs from her. Now, if we can get him to start gaining like he should, and the meds work so he can keep everything down, or most everything, and he doesn’t develop that stenosis thing…. I haven’t had any updates this morning, so I’m guessing everything has gone well.
He’s about 7 weeks and barely 10 pounds. His cousin, on the other hand, who is a week younger, has grown, and gained, like a weed! With a LOT of hair! Heh.
So, now you know why I was mostly absent from the blog yesterday. Yes, real life DOES take priority!