The hospital stay (Part 1)

[BeansMamaBear]

So a few people have asked me from my mentioning every now and then.. what had happened to Hannah that she had landed in the hospital before.. so I figured I would write about it here.

 

I noticed that Hannah seemed to be coming down with a cold and had some wheezing in her chest.. being a first time mom and an all the time worry wart.. I decided to call the doctor and tell them that I wanted her to be seen that day.. I explained to them that I was concerned she may have been sick from the shots she had recieved on Monday.. it was now Wednesday. One of the doctors came in and looked at her, told me it was a simple cold and she would be fine. I thought, great!

 

I got her home and snuggled up with her, but over the next couple of days she seemed to be getting worse. Saturday came and I had to run down and help her dad out at the pizza shop so I left her with my mom and went to lend Nick a hand for a couple hours. I get home and my mom tells me Hannah had terrible diarrhea and was starting to get a diaper rash because of it. She wasn't joking in the least.

 

Hannah was producing about 7 to 8 diapers an HOUR! The diaper rash was getting so bad that she would shake and scream this ringing scream everytime I had to wipe her. Putting her in the tub was awful too because she just yelled and cried. I called the doctor that Sunday and I told him what was going on.. I told him about the diaper rash and asked if he could write a prescription to help her so at least the diaper changing wasn't so painful for her. He told me to just go buy butt paste and that it was a cold and had to run its course, that she would be fine.

I remember looking at my usually figity baby just laying there on the couch, it got to the points where I was only using wet wash clothes to wipe her, slabbing on butt paste and vaseline.. I had her naked laying on a towl on the couch with many on stand by and the family taking turns running to the washer and dryer to make sure we didn't get on a low supply. She would drink a it of formula and it woudl rush right out of her.. I even gave her pedialite and that didn't stay in her either. I felt like a deer in the head lights, looking at my sick child and just wanting to cry and scream and just make something happen to make her not look so ill.

I spent another night awake with her, changing diapers, rocking her, and the night was worst because she would also start throwing up. I would feed her 4 oz of bottle and she would throw up 8oz of gunk. Finally at around 7am I was taking her to the bathroom to clean her up and she started throwing up and this time straining.. making those horrible noises when she dry heeved. I yelled to my little brother to go and get our mom.. he took off running and before I could blink she was there. I told her forget the doctors, I did not give a damn.. I was taking this baby to the hospital.

I called Nick and I can't remember if he came with us or if he got a ride there.. all I can remember is telling him in the waiting room it was ok and that this is the best place we could be at that moment. Of course I didn't believe any of it... and of course he knew that.. I was scared to death, my daughter was lethargic and here we were waiting in a damn waiting room with me repeating false comforting lines to Nick that I had heard from my mother.

She'll have to be put on an IV.. that is all I kept telling myself.. she would have to be put on an IV and that was going to be the worst thing ever. Finally! We get to the back. We must have told 20 different doctors what was going on and they would merely nod or shake their head.. look over Hannah and be gone. We had to take her to get Xrays taken of her chest because the wheeze that my ped so conviently didn't hear was back. My fears moved onto.. oh no.. pneumonia.

After about 2 hours my mom came back and said she would relieve us so we could go and get something to drink or eat. We went to the basement of Children's Hospital and got two drinks before rushing back. We knew it was good for us to get away for a couple of minutes.. but neither of us cared at that point what was good for us, we did not like being seperated from our baby.

When we stepped off of the elevator back to the 1st floor.. I could hear my baby screaming.. I wasn't even fully out of the elevator before we took off running up the hall. When we got in the room I seen two nurses nearly on top of Hannah and my mom holding her head talking to her. My first instinct in the pit of my heart was to deck the nurse who had her foot bent and then snatch the other one up and stab her repeatidly with the needle she was thrusting into my baby's foot. I think it was clear in my eyes what my actions were because my mom grabbed me and told me I had to come talk to the baby, that she needed me. I held her while they put the IV in her foot and then I scooped her up without even the approval from the nurses. I held her and eventually she calmed down.

We sat in the room with her, continueing to change diaper after diaper.. they had finally got the bright idea to take one and test it in the lab. I continued to feed her pedialite and the occasional bit of formula, until she threw up that is.

Finally  this male doctor comes in.. very sweet.. and just when I think he is going to tell us we are good to go.. he informs us that they want to admit Hannah because she is severly dehydrated and needed to be regulated. I couldn't believe it. All I kept saying was ..How is this possible.. my baby only had a cold. ...

 

Pictures from the ER visit before we went up to our room

 

[MommyofTwins714]

May. 12, 2008 at 3:16 AM I completely feel you on this one ...thats what happened to my girls when they were in the hospital about a month ago... I hated being so helpless...you feel like you are all they have and you cant do anything for them :( but luckily my girls and ur beautiful Hannah are doing good =)