This week we had a scare with Pip, and had a first that I was hoping we wouldn’t have to face for a long time… the first ER visit. Everything’s OK, so feel free to read ahead without being nervous.
A couple weeks ago she had her chicken pox vaccination, and we were told to expect a low-grade fever and some spots a week later. So when the fever showed up over the weekend we (thought we) knew what it was from. But the fever persisted, and, like it does, got worse at night. Tuesday night it spiked at 104.1 at home.
We called the doctor and as we were leaving a message with the answering service, she had what they think was a febrile seizure, which is a benign (although we didn’t know it then!) seizure. All we knew is that she wasn’t responding to us, her body went rigid, and her breathing was first very shallow and then seemingly nonexistent.
We called 911 right away and rushed her to the living room floor. At this point I thought I was going to have to do CPR on her and was grateful that my husband and I had taken a CPR class last year. Thankfully her breathing never actually stopped and she started “coming to” more and more as the seconds ticked by. The rescue arrived, gave her oxygen and did a quick assessment. Then we rushed off to the hospital.
It was a rough night for Pip, as she had blood taken and a catheter done in order to take urine. They gave her Motrin to bring down her fever. When we got to the hospital, her temp was 105 and when we left it was 97. Her heart rate was 178, and when we left four hours later it was 113.
Later, early in the morning, she spiked another fever. It got to 103 and we immediately put her in the bathtub, with the compresses under her arms to help bring her body temp down. That was actually more scary than the first episode, probably because I knew what could happen, and I felt very helpless just watching those numbers rise. Thankfully the bath and compresses worked, and we’ve aggressively monitored her temperature since then, giving medicine whenever it got above 99.
They thought she had a UTI, and started treating it right away. But after the culture was done, it turns out it was not a UTI, which is good because she doesn’t have to go through more tests. They think she had a virus of some sort… and on Thursday the spots showed up. Today, Saturday, she’s covered in a rash. Thankfully it isn’t itching her, although I can’t imagine it’s comfortable.
Every time Pip has had to give blood or had a shot I am so, so thankful that she is a healthy girl and we do not need to do suffer through that regularly. I think of all the babies and children out there who are not as fortunate, and my heart goes out to them. Watching your child in pain, even if it’s to do a test to improve their health, is gut-wrenching.
This experience has made me feel even more grateful for her overall health and well being. I’m also so thankful that she still nurses; we used breastfeeding several times during that ordeal to calm and center Pip. I grateful that my husband and I stayed calm and collected. (I was channeling some serious Eckhart Tolle teachings – of breathing and staying in the moment.) I’m grateful we were cosleeping and able to respond immediately.
And this experience has served as another reminder that every day with Pip truly is a gift. So I’m going to go kiss my sweetie’s bumpy forehead and sing “teddy bear teddy bear” and hope she gets back to full health, STAT.