A Hospital Visit
We have been here for a week and already we’ve all been crippled by a terrible stomach bug and taken a child to the ER. I am a worrier, as all mother’s are but I am not a dash to the ER kind of Mum. I follow my gut on these things and only ever take them when I KNOW there’s something wrong.
So, yesterday when Ellie woke from her nap grumpy, pale and hot I knew she was off. We had no food in the house and so James and I went shopping, leaving Ellie cuddled up with Nanna and on our return found she was burning up, barely able to keep her eyes open, lethargic, with her heart beating a million miles an hour. Seeing her I could have burst into tears, especially given we’d left her.We bundled her up and took her down to the hospital.
We didn’t wait long and soon she’d been weighed, had her temp taken and was on a monitor for her bp/heart rate/saturation. She was highly unresponsive, clinging to James, shaking and NOT herself at all. We couldn’t get her to eat or drink, even after hours of having not had anything.
The doctor kept saying “So, she’s just woken up quiet.” And, in hindsight he doesn’t know my daughter and wouldn’t know just how different the pale little girl in front of him was to my daughter but his interpretation of the situation was somewhat frustrating. If my child “just wakes up quiet” I do a happy dance, not rush them to hospital.
We sat in the Paed room and only got her drinking and eating a hydrolite by explaining we couldn’t go home until she’d had something to drink and done a wee for them to test. After some panadol and more rest she started perking up.
By the time the doctor came back she was in high spirits and being completely charming:
I was starting to wonder if I could leave at this point and pretend she wasn’t my child. We got the all clear to take her home, as long as we kept an eye on her as the Dr could only assume she was coming down with another virus.
As we left she noticed the play equipment in the waiting room and that she was out with no shoes – showing just how out of it she had been when we arrived. Given that she is still not herself, still clingy and lethargic, emotional and ‘off’ I do not feel silly for taking her in (even if she ended up burping and giggling).
What did you do over the weekend?
Playing along with Fat Mum Slim’s Point and Shoot.