So, the flu has hit our household in a bad way this past week (no, not the little piggy kind). So much so, that I am writing this post from the hospital where Abby was admitted this morning. This is our second trip here this week. The first being on Tuesday night, where she was given some help to stop her vomiting, and started on a Pedialyte regimen (which we had already begun that morning). But, this little bug has persisted with a fever on Wednesday and diarrhea all day yesterday and through the night. We saw her family practice doc last evening who said, "This is a flu that is running its course". Well, the course proved to be too much for our little girl’s body, and in spite of drinking insane amount of unflavored Pedialyte, girlfriend could not put in as much as what she was dishing out.
What compelled us to head to the ER early this morning wasn’t the fact that we were changing a diaper every hour, but that Abby had completely turned into a different person. She basically stayed up all night, (chanting, yelling, crying) for any form of liquid she could think of. And every time we would visit with her to change her, she would suck down a sippy-cup full of Pedialyte, then beg for more, in a "Rain Man" sort of way. No, this is not normal. As we came to find out later, an imbalance in her sodium and chloride levels was causing her to drink but never be satisfied. One nurse was so impressed with how quickly she was able to put away her beverages, he insisted that she was training for a future of frat parties. I don’t think so.
At any rate, here we are, and my heart is filled with joy, because, after 3 very long days of unrest, both my little girl and her incredible father (who has become a home to another frustrating virus of the head/chest cold type) are sleeping. Sure, their heads are resting on waterproof pillows, labeled PROPERTY OF EVERGREEN HOSPITAL, but they are resting. Abby is snoozing away, amidst the beeps and noises of the pediatric wing (which, if you know this child, she does NOT rest when there are people around), and in spite of her arm being strapped to a board, the color is returning to her tiny cheeks and I am able to be calm for the moment.
Thank you all for your love and prayers and we’ll keep you posted.
First trip to the ER just after getting a little dose of anti-nausea meds. The nurses couldn’t get enough of her little Crocs and tiny gown.
Second visit, early this morning. Not so much fun.