As I was looking through our March photos, I decided this little episode needed its own post.
Calvin got sick first. He had a fever and a cough. He was sick for about two days, then he got better. You know, like kids do when they get sick. Except when they don’t!
Right after Calvin was feeling better, Oakley got it. And I expected her to be sick for two days like Calvin. On the 4th day, I took her into the InstaCare. (I tried to get her into her doctor, but they were booked up for the day.)
Her oxygen saturation at the InstaCare was in the mid 80s. The doctor told us we needed to get over to the ER, but that he wasn’t comfortable releasing her to me with her oxygen that low, and he wanted to call an ambulance to take her in. I said I’d prefer to drive her myself if at all possible. So they did a breathing treatment and suctioned her. Her numbers eeked up to 90-91, which was enough for the Doctor to tell me “okay now don’t speed, but . . . speed.” I headed straight to the ER. They got us in and by the time they checked her oxygen, it had fallen back down to 84. They hooked her up to oxygen, suctioned her, and sent the secretions off for testing.
She had been pretty lethargic for several days, and that didn’t change much in the ER, other than protesting a little bit when they wanted to poke and prod her. She sat and watched frozen under a donated fleece blanket while we waited for the testing. It came back positive for RSV, and the ER doctor told us he wanted to admit her so they could keep an eye on her oxygen for a while. At this point it was about 10:30 am. I didn’t know if he meant we’d be here for the day, overnight, or what.
As it turned out, we were there for 6 days and 5 nights. I still have no idea why it took her so long to kick it. The first few days she was pretty lethargic. One day she slept the entire day, only waking up to protest when they suctioned her. The last few days she was awake more, and was more and more cranky. She got to the point that she was screaming in protest whenever somebody walked in the door, no matter who it was. At the worst of it, she wouldn’t let me put her down at all – day or night.
My aunt told me these pictures made her look angelic, but I assure you that was not the case. She was a bear.
They told me that once she turned the corner, she would improve quickly but honestly I didn’t see that. It seemed like she took forever. Finally they started weaning her off the oxygen and we were able to get her drinking enough to lose the IV.
(The nurses all laughed at how she sleeps on her hands. She’s always done this – sleeping, watching TV, in her car seat.)
This is right before we were discharged. She was so excited to be “cordless”. She wanted to walk all over the room, but after spending 6 days in bed she was a little shaky on her legs. We had to watch her pretty carefully those first few days at home because she was so shaky, and we have a lot of stairs.
It took a week or so for Oakley to get back to herself after we got home. She was so, so cranky. I can’t blame her – she had been so sick and had so many people invading her personal space, making her do things she didn’t want to do. I think it left some scars.
(Side story: in our family we have a rule about “personal bubbles”. We don’t get in each other’s personal space, or bubble. Oakley has been saying “Bubble!” to her siblings for a long time now when they get in her space. She started saying it to the nurses on the second day we were there. I thought it was a crack up, but they didn’t get it.)
That first week back at home was almost as hard as the week in the hospital. But fortunately she just needed some time to get back to normal.
I have a lot of take-aways from this experience.
1. Thank goodness for Bear. She LOVES this bear, and frequently the only way I could get her to take her medicine/have her diaper changed/let the doctor listen to her lungs/ etc etc etc was to tell her that she could hold Bear. She reaches for him in her sleep and if she doesn’t find him, she wakes right up. She gets jealous if anybody else holds him. She NEEDED Bear while we were there, and I was awfully glad she had him.
2. Thank goodness for family. They ran to our rescue. In so many ways.
3. Thank goodness for modern medicine. As rotten as it was to be stuck in the hospital, it was comforting to remind myself that we were in the place she needed to be – where she was able to get the care she needed in order to get better. They took great care of her, and, I was surprised to find, of me too.
4. Thank goodness for experiences that teach us. I feel like this experience taught me greater love, faith, and empathy. The entire time I kept thinking of several friends who have spent much longer stretches in the hospital with much scarier prognoses. I can’t imagine what a trial that is. I have a greater appreciation and empathy for those who suffer.
She got a little bug just this past weekend – cough and a fever – and I found myself getting concerned about repeating this whole scenario (which also started with a cough and fever). It turned out to be nothing major, but I have a feeling I might just be a little more paranoid about her getting sick than I have been in the past! I’m just glad she’s better and I have no desire to repeat that experience ever again!