so we get to the hospital. i have to carry my 86 pound kid into the e.r that was all fenced off and i had to walk around the hospital to enter. good thing I'm strong!
everyone there was pretty concerned about her. she had the doctor in very soon despite a terribly busy e.r. they drew blood and started an i.v again. didn't even phase her this time. that's how out of it she was! they did a chest xray and strep swab in addition. she wouldn't talk to anyone and for anyone who knows Lillian you know that she will tell her whole life story if you don't stop her lol
eventually the strep test came back positive. my poor baby has strep on top of the the pain she already had. ouch. we hung out in the e.r for about 7 hours. there was much discussion of admitting her so they could keep the fluids going in. it was about that time that Lillian says "hey mom will you go out to the van and get that pop?" ( i had brought one in the van) i laughed and said I'm sure they have pop here. so they hooked her up. she got a gatorade, a sierra mist, and a popsicle. she didn't finish any of them, but she got a good start on them.. that was her ticket out. but that wasnt before the antiobiotic she got gave her crazy itchy palms and feet! so that earned her a (not) fee shot of benadryl to go along with it.
so, we left with a prescription for zythromax. i know kids get sick, and that things get missed, but seriously, she had this before surgery. they ignored the fever and rash and operated anyway.
today lillian is halfway normal. she smiled today. we even got out of the house for a bit. hopefully tomorrow she is as good as new :)
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
What have i done?
So Lillian is a snorer. Always has been really. So what? So what is what i think now. I mentioned the snoring at her 6 year well child check. The Dr. looked in her mouth and called an ENT right then. She said that the tonsils were almost touching. She also said that a lot of kids lose weight after they get their tonsils out because kids who snore loud and all night dont get enough rest and then mistake hunger for tiredness. And at at 86 pounds, I thought this was great news. We got in like 3 days later for a consultation with a doctor new to the area. He took one quick look in Lillian's mouth and says "yes, they have got to come out for sure". We made an appointment 3 weeks later. That was yesterday...
Lillian is scared to death of needles, completely opposite of her momma, and was brave and ready to do this thing until i told her she would require an I.V. She cried nearly all the way to lima. Heartbreak number one for mommy. we got to the hospital (my first time ever stepping foot into memorial as a patient) and things started well. the doc was running ahead of schedule, she got a teddy bear all decked out in surgery apparel. she got a goody bag full of rings, and fake bugs, and bouncy balls, and stampers, and crayons and every other coolest thign ever. she was dressed in mint green pajamas they let her wear. she looked so pretty sitting there.that must be her color. then things got messy. they came and told me they were taking her. i told them that the woman on the phoe told me that i would be with her until she fell asleep. not the case. so i had lied to lillian. she had to leave me, without me even gettting to hold her hand while she got that dreaded I.V. we walked with her a bit before we went down seperate hallways. then some nurse comes running down the hallway with medicine they "forgot" to give her. oh thanks, thats reassuring... so the surgery should take 15 minutes
john and i sat in the surgery waiting room for about an hour. then we got the call that the doc was ready to talk to us. we went to that waiting for 20 minutes. he said things went good, and that she had "very large" tonsils but they got them taken care of. he left us there with no direction so we went and found someone who told us where we could meet Lillian. Pediatric floor, room 19. john and i waited there for over an hour. He had to go back to work so he reluctantly left. A bit later a nurse comes in and says "did they come tell you what happened" uh no?! he then explained that they had a difficult time getting her airway secured after removing the tube. im not entirely sure what that means, and i dont think i want to know either. he asked if i wanted to go where she was. um yes! so he calls and asks and they said no and that she would be up in 10-15 minutes. 25 minutes later there she was.
she looked awful. blood coming from her nose. very dopey looking. she glanced at me and went right back to sleep. they made her crawl to the other bed. it was such a pitiful sight. she was allowed to sleep for a while before they made her try a drink. that was pure torture. every single drink she took brought real tears to her eyes. if she wasnt asleep she was crying. this went on for hours. her discharge time was scheduled for 6 pm. at 430 we finally got her up to go to the bathroom. she was dizzy and stumbling. peed, and back to sleep. they made her drink 2 grape juices before she could go home. it apparently didnt matter that she was running a low grade fever (99.3) despite loads of tylenol with codeine. it didnt matter that she was in a rediculous amount of pain. it didnt matter that she had to use a wheelchair to go outside. we were headed home. i felt very rushed. i also found it concerning that i had to go find a nurse after 20 minutes of the dead battery alarm going off on the I.V pump becasue no one plugged it in. i also found it odd that the peel off calendar still read july 11th.
we got home and the first thing lillian does is puke all over the love seat and floor. thats the one thing she didnt do at the hospital that was promising. then next thing she does is sleep more. i woke her and gave her her meds and helped her up to bed.
i got up today thrilled to go to work. my mom was gonna have lillian today. after spending 10 hours in the hospital i really was excited to go to work. i found lillian on the couch again. she had blood on her face and was super hot and red. her temp was 103. i was just going to give her the tylenol and have mom love her while i went to work. then i went upstairs to her room to find a trash can full of bright red chunky blood she had thrown up. so right now i am killing time waiting for joey to show up to get sebastian so i can return lillian to the e.r. joey, who by the way never stepped foot in the hosptial even though he is off this week. just so everyone knows. bla
so, now i feel like an awful mom. i still have my tonsils as do plenty of people in this world. i didnt NEED to sign her up for this. now she is suffering to say the least. i know that when we go back to the hospital she will get another I.V as she has got to be severely dehydrated with the fever and the lack of drinking. at least i will be able to hold her hand for this one
Lillian is scared to death of needles, completely opposite of her momma, and was brave and ready to do this thing until i told her she would require an I.V. She cried nearly all the way to lima. Heartbreak number one for mommy. we got to the hospital (my first time ever stepping foot into memorial as a patient) and things started well. the doc was running ahead of schedule, she got a teddy bear all decked out in surgery apparel. she got a goody bag full of rings, and fake bugs, and bouncy balls, and stampers, and crayons and every other coolest thign ever. she was dressed in mint green pajamas they let her wear. she looked so pretty sitting there.that must be her color. then things got messy. they came and told me they were taking her. i told them that the woman on the phoe told me that i would be with her until she fell asleep. not the case. so i had lied to lillian. she had to leave me, without me even gettting to hold her hand while she got that dreaded I.V. we walked with her a bit before we went down seperate hallways. then some nurse comes running down the hallway with medicine they "forgot" to give her. oh thanks, thats reassuring... so the surgery should take 15 minutes
john and i sat in the surgery waiting room for about an hour. then we got the call that the doc was ready to talk to us. we went to that waiting for 20 minutes. he said things went good, and that she had "very large" tonsils but they got them taken care of. he left us there with no direction so we went and found someone who told us where we could meet Lillian. Pediatric floor, room 19. john and i waited there for over an hour. He had to go back to work so he reluctantly left. A bit later a nurse comes in and says "did they come tell you what happened" uh no?! he then explained that they had a difficult time getting her airway secured after removing the tube. im not entirely sure what that means, and i dont think i want to know either. he asked if i wanted to go where she was. um yes! so he calls and asks and they said no and that she would be up in 10-15 minutes. 25 minutes later there she was.
she looked awful. blood coming from her nose. very dopey looking. she glanced at me and went right back to sleep. they made her crawl to the other bed. it was such a pitiful sight. she was allowed to sleep for a while before they made her try a drink. that was pure torture. every single drink she took brought real tears to her eyes. if she wasnt asleep she was crying. this went on for hours. her discharge time was scheduled for 6 pm. at 430 we finally got her up to go to the bathroom. she was dizzy and stumbling. peed, and back to sleep. they made her drink 2 grape juices before she could go home. it apparently didnt matter that she was running a low grade fever (99.3) despite loads of tylenol with codeine. it didnt matter that she was in a rediculous amount of pain. it didnt matter that she had to use a wheelchair to go outside. we were headed home. i felt very rushed. i also found it concerning that i had to go find a nurse after 20 minutes of the dead battery alarm going off on the I.V pump becasue no one plugged it in. i also found it odd that the peel off calendar still read july 11th.
we got home and the first thing lillian does is puke all over the love seat and floor. thats the one thing she didnt do at the hospital that was promising. then next thing she does is sleep more. i woke her and gave her her meds and helped her up to bed.
i got up today thrilled to go to work. my mom was gonna have lillian today. after spending 10 hours in the hospital i really was excited to go to work. i found lillian on the couch again. she had blood on her face and was super hot and red. her temp was 103. i was just going to give her the tylenol and have mom love her while i went to work. then i went upstairs to her room to find a trash can full of bright red chunky blood she had thrown up. so right now i am killing time waiting for joey to show up to get sebastian so i can return lillian to the e.r. joey, who by the way never stepped foot in the hosptial even though he is off this week. just so everyone knows. bla
so, now i feel like an awful mom. i still have my tonsils as do plenty of people in this world. i didnt NEED to sign her up for this. now she is suffering to say the least. i know that when we go back to the hospital she will get another I.V as she has got to be severely dehydrated with the fever and the lack of drinking. at least i will be able to hold her hand for this one
Thursday, July 7, 2011
I made my parents disappear?!...i made my parents disappear!
Lillian and Sebastian are in the summer reading program at the library. Lillian goes on Tuesday and Sebastian on Thursday. Joey's mom takes them there and then usually hangs out with them for a while afterward. So, when Sebastian headed out tonight at 6:30 we went and looked at a set of cupboards we so desperatly need for the kitchen. A lady is remodeling and while they are too outdated for her, we aren't picky. Cupboards are cupboards. So after listening to her forever how her kitchen is going to look, we went home.
We got home and the dog greeted us outside. That's odd because we always put him in the bathroom when we leave. Had we forgotten to put him in the bathroom, we certainly didn't leave him outside. So we all went inside to find a very distraught little boy. Joey's dad did the picking up and the dropping off. He must have just dropped him off and left. I bet 100 things were going through Sebastian's almost 5 year old brain. Apparently letting the dog out was something he needed to do? He was scared and happy to see us. John hugged him. Then he came to me and I held him forever. I told him we were sorry, we had no idea we wouldn't beat him home! He said he looked upstairs and all through the house. He was standing at the front door when we got in looking for the dog who he probably assumed also left him since he ran to the back door when we pulled in.
I asked him if he has seen the movie Home Alone. He has not. Guess we will watch it very soon. Poor kid.
We got home and the dog greeted us outside. That's odd because we always put him in the bathroom when we leave. Had we forgotten to put him in the bathroom, we certainly didn't leave him outside. So we all went inside to find a very distraught little boy. Joey's dad did the picking up and the dropping off. He must have just dropped him off and left. I bet 100 things were going through Sebastian's almost 5 year old brain. Apparently letting the dog out was something he needed to do? He was scared and happy to see us. John hugged him. Then he came to me and I held him forever. I told him we were sorry, we had no idea we wouldn't beat him home! He said he looked upstairs and all through the house. He was standing at the front door when we got in looking for the dog who he probably assumed also left him since he ran to the back door when we pulled in.
I asked him if he has seen the movie Home Alone. He has not. Guess we will watch it very soon. Poor kid.
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