This past week was anything but a break. Not that we had any grand plans. I wasn't even expecting a break, because frankly, no preschool basically equals more work.
But Luke got croup! Again!
And then on Saturday Ava started showing signs of a UTI. We headed to the ER at 2:00 am.
Here's the breakdown:
-after an initial fever of 103, and uncharacteristically wetting the bed approximately 1 hour after she laid down, Ava continues to pee (or attempt) ever 20 minutes for the next 4 hours.
-She has the shakes and complains that her eyes are burning and obviously she has not gone to sleep.
-After 2 doses of ibuprofen and a call to the doctor, we head for the Emergency Room.
-Here we wait and wait and wait and wait. And pee and pee and pee and pee and pee. And still Ava does not sleep. The ER is packed.
-The ibuprofen hides her fever until it begins to wear off revealing a fiery beast.
-The night turns to day and finally at 6:00 am they get her in a bed. She is on fire. And still peeing and shaking.
-At 7:00 am a doctor arrives. A doctor who should feel so happy that he is still alive. He probably doesn't even know how close he was to not finishing his shift. He was small in stature but large in ego. He had the bedside manner of a thumbtack. He was small and I held my sick and sleep deprived self back from tossing him up against the wall.
-Ava was about as strung out as a 3 year old can get. She was well over 103, though we couldn't get an accurate temp. She flinched and shook like a little animal and she had not slept the entire night.
-And the dumb doctor kept saying in an accusatory tone, "What's wrong with her?!" "What's wrong with her?!" "Has she been traumatized?!" As he asked me, he grabbed and yanked at her. She pulled away from every touch.
-I tried to calmly remind him that we had been waiting here for over 5 hours, the majority of which was the middle of the night, she had not slept at all, she was very sick, and she was 3 years old. And she's kind of sensitive even under the best circumstances.
-Bladder infection.
-We got home a little after 8 am. She and I both went to bed.
-She is feeling better already.
-Dan saves everyone's life by doing everything, taking care of everybody, and keeping our heads above water.
-Thank you, Dan.
Times they are a changin' for me. Some changes I know for certain and others I just feel in my bones. I haven't been feeling well lately. I keep feeling like I am being acted upon instead of being the actor. I can't change any of it, and honestly I didn't have much of a say in the first place.
The feeling that I am not in control is disconcerting. Although if I really think about it, it is circumstances like these that illustrate how much Heavenly Father is the orchestrator of our lives. And really, I already know that He makes better plans for me, than I ever do. I just have to remember even though things are not going the way I wanted or planned, I can trust that God's hand is in it all.
9 comments:
Oh my dear friend. This was an awful story over the phone yesterday and so much worse again today. You failed to mention before that once you finally saw a doctor he was a total butthead. I can't believe he had the gall to ask you what was wrong with your child! You are a much better person than I am...I would have given him a earful of nasty words and perhaps a crotchful of my knee too. Is she feeling well enough for school tomorrow?
I don't even know what to say. That may be the worst thing I have heard in I don't know what. I could, I don't know... Bghhhh. What a bad night.
After reading this awful story I was thinking about what to comment and found out, not for the first time, that Val is my kind of woman. Being so far away and unable to lend a personal hand in holding down mean doctors it is nice to know that I have someone who can fill in for me:)
Elise, I am so sorry! Those kinds of doctors need to be put away! Sarah had a lot of UTI's before she was two, but she had a seizure when her temp. went up. It was very scary, but she outgrew it. Poor Ava, poor Mommy, lucky doctor that you did not lose it! Just a little side note of probably useless info: once Sarah and Mary stopped taking baths and switched to showers, they stopped having UTI's (luckily Mary did not have the seizure problems). Hope she is better soon and you both get some rest!
That "doctor" is unbelievable! I'm so sorry. I feel so bad for both of you - what a horrible man.
There. I've put a curse on him.
Hope everyone feels better soon.
Poor Ava! Poor Elise! Awful, mean old doctor! That is unbelievable. I don't even know what to say. Hang in there!
oh, i'm sooooooooooo sorry! i cannot imagine how long of a night that must have been for you! i'm so glad she's okay. Isn't there anything OTC that moms can do to temporarily relieve that pain??! i've never had to deal with it, but it sounds awful!!! (okay, i just googled it and a billion people swear by apple cider vinegar--you drink a little and it takes away the pain. I don't know, it can't hurt, right? except that it's nast...)
anyway, i am so glad you had Dan. And change is good. keep us posted...
Elise you are one of my favorite bloggers. But this time I just feel so conceten with you. You are totally right in your last paragraph.
Doctors here suck also. (I guess this sounds awful coming from me:) But it is true! I have never understad if they call it emergency room shouldn't it be faster? I'm glad she is feeling better.
I have a question. Could you ask your parents if the have a reference of a good realtor that we can contact in Dallas? We really need one.
Take care and take it easy.:)
Thank you for your kind words Elise. We are doing what we can for the best of our family. Anyway we have been thinking about buying or renting. We are unsure. However we would like to know some good realtors so maybe they can help us out in case we buy. LEt me know if your parents knows of somebody. The hosptial is Baylor in Dallas. Let me know if if you or your parents have any information:) Thanks again:)
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