Monday, April 21, 2008
Sick Little Ones
What is a mother's worst nightmare? A sick child.
Sleeping in on Saturday morning, the house was so quiet, I was loving it. The usual bickering wasn't going on. I wondered about that for a moment as I lounged in bed enjoying the feel of peace. Then it was shattered.
Ashley came upstairs and said those dreaded words: "Mom, Taylor's sick". "How sick" I asked....
"She's burning up Mom".
It's been a nightmare since then.
I took her temperature and it was over 102 degrees. AGH!!!!!!!!!!! Panic mode.
Starting with the Tylenol and the Motrin alternating to a quick stint in a tepid bath and she was..........better. She was ok for most of the day and even felt well enough to go out to dinner.
Flash forward to Sunday at 5:30 AM. I opened my eyes to see Tay standing next to my bed. "Mom, I don't feel so good. I feel dizzy". I leapt out of bed to fumble for the thermometer.
The verdict? 104 Degrees.
Off to the hospital we went.
Now there are two types of doctors. The useless ones and the good ones. Our first stint in the emergency room was utterly useless. He barely looked at her, didn't listen to me, ordered a chest X-ray and sent us on our way with as very strong antibiotic prescription. It was so strong, she couldn't keep it down. So early this morning, off we went again.
By this time, she had quit speaking and barely moved. I saw a doctor there we had seen before, I remembered he was great. "Can we see him please?
Five minutes later, there was my poor baby. In a hospital bed with an IV of fluids, a dose of phenergan in her for the nausea, blood work being drawn and a nurse and doctor who listened.
This time, we got an antibiotic her little 54 lb body could handle, some Tylenol and codeine for the pain in her throat, some phenergan for her nausea and a bundled child back home in bed.
She has made a little progress today. She's eaten some broth, managed to keep her head up for a few minutes and some color back in her face. She still won't speak and hates to drink because her throat hurts, but all in all a great improvement over earlier today.
As mothers, do we ever feel more impotent or powerless than when one of our little ones is sick?
UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE
Taylor is better today. She is sitting up, drinking fluids and even had a light sandwich.
I saw her smile today for the first time in three days.
She's getting well