Sunday morning, Grace decided to begin vomiting. And she continued to vomit for essentially 3 days. Her last bout was only about 6 hours ago and she currently has a belly full of breast milk that Sarah & I are terrified that she will decide to bring up the wrong way. So far, so good, as she is still sleeping.
Things got so bad yesterday that, after already making a sick visit on Labor day to the doctor, she was dehydrated enough to bring to the hospital last night for re-hydration. We arrived at 10PM.
After sitting around for more than 2 hours, all of which was spent listening to a small boy watch the Shaquille O'Neal epic "Kazaam" at an elevated volume, here is what happened:
I know it looks kind of scary, but actually she handled it well, considering all of the white coats. IV in place, she and Sarah got a little rest:
They eventually let us go at 5:30AM. She promptly vomited in the hospital parking lot. Not a good sign.
Today has been a non stop rollercoaster of fear as she was a rags to riches to rags story. Brief periods of somewhat normal behavior, followed by vomiting I haven't seen since my college days. There is not much worse than seeing your child helpless to stem the attack. There is that moment of dread in her eyes, followed by resignation and quickly thereafter, lots of liquid all over one of us (usually Sarah). the only good thing about this is after driving the bus, she seems to recover immediately. But then the whole cycle repeats and we sit there helpless, assuming our child is dying and there is NOTHING we can do to help. I try to remind myself that humans have a long history, and my ancestors survived Black plague, so we must be a hearty lot.
But the nagging fear is almost too much. Loving someone so completely and differently than you ever have brings all kinds of emotions out. This week, it has been awesome and complete fear. I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.
I will leave you with a final shot of Grace, taken during a sleepy, yet "riches" period. Hopefully she will stay like this until the morning.
And that's why we call her Grace. Goodnight.
No comments:
Post a Comment