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Saturday
Jul132013

Ick. Sick. Blech!

I was sick. I've decided I don't want to do that again.  From now on, I will just be well - like Sporticus! 

Phew!  Glad we got THAT sorted!

Poor MoMo. One Saturday afternoon he got half way through his lunch and said, "I don't want anymore, I don't feel well."  That should have been warning enough. HALF WAY THROUGH LUNCH... this is the kid that'll tell you he's hungry while he chomps on a mouthful of food.

"Let's give it 24 hours," we said. We did. He was still pretty flat. "Ok, let's see how he is in the morning..." He slept in our room, only occasionally throwing up, what was by this time, bile. Monday morning he woke up and smiled, "I feel much better!"  He went straight to the couch with his blanket and his cloth and stayed there. He didn't want brekky. "Later." He had maybe, a mouthful of cereal (which we saw again later). Soooo, I trepidatiously went to work. When I checked in a little after I got to the office and he was still sleeping. A little later on, still sleeping. Later - sleeping, refusing to eat or drink and he hadn't pee'd! He lied to us! He wasn't feeling better at all!

Back in the car, back home to gather an armful of tiny boy and off to hospital.

 

They walked us straight in. Took his temp, checked his obs. Took us straight back to pediatric triage. He saw a doctor within 10 minutes, in fact, the Doc beat the nurse in to the room to admit him. Vomiting, temps, lethargy, responsive but not engaged. He refused ice cream, Icy poles, fizzy. After much cajoling, he finally decided he might have "a warmed up icy pole."  The doctor bought back a partially thawed one in a cup of water. (heh I'll give him points for thinking outside the box.) Mo took half a sip and laid down again. "No, I don't want it."

They put Emla cream on his hands and I asked them to give him nitrous if they were going to put in an IV or take any bloods.  They did both. And they did give him the gas. He slept RIGHT through it. Didn't even open his eyes when the canula went in. SO utterly trauma free. The way ALL children should be handled in hospital.

Backstory - Mumma had just been in hospital the week before he got sick, with pneumonia (what else?!) so they xrayed his tiny chest too. It was clear. He'd lost 2 kilos in a very short amount of time (he likes to "measure" himself on the scales in our bathroom so we knew what he'd weighed last week) it became quite evident he was not going home that night. Or the next. Or, the next.

  

They took blood cultures, hung an IV, gave him some dextrose as his blood sugar was only 2 and started hitting him with IV antibiotics. Two lots. Every 4-6 hours. What ever was going on with him was going to have it's arse summarily kicked.

He just, slept. Didn't want to drink or eat. Just wanted to sleep.

Day three he started to pick up a bit. Apple juice was the drink he'd have. No to icecream (who's kid is this anyway!?) No to chocolate milk. No to icy poles and no to chocolate frogs. Again, I ask. Who's kid?

Sammy came in with some crayons and a book to draw in. And an Angry Birds hat. Tim and Cindy came in with the coolest array of balloons and WAY more importantly - a sandwich that I love so hard, I've asked to marry it from our favourite haunt on Brunswick St, Django Django (thanks Colin!).

   

Day 4 he started playing with the controls of the bed and he FINALLY stood up under his own steam. Woooo, gotcha some bed-head there Mister!

Day 5, during his Doctor's visit, he started showing off his Sporticus moves. Dr Nice grinned, I tell ya what. If he hasn't lost more weight, you can take him home."  I asked to be left alone with my child and a box of cornflour... He'd hung on by a thread. Home we go!

It sucks when your little ones are sick. It sucks extra hard if you have ANY medical knowledge whatsoever. Headaches aren't just headaches, they're aneurisms. Fevers and lethargy are very likely, the deadly meningococcal. A cough is inevitably, whooping cough! Never ever in any other avenue of my life am I SO glad to be wronger than wrong soup. :-)

We're home now. He went back to kinder today. We've managed to have some fun over the holidays - although given his subpar immunity, we've kept him away from the general germy public. The filthy unwashed masses.

Thanks to those darlings at Eastern Health. You were fabulous with my boy and even more fabulous with his over bearing, ever watchful, nurse's nightmare mother. I hope we NEVER see you guys again!

  

Onward and upward, eh?

Woohoo!

Mo's Ma xxxxx