On Tuesday Haley doo was fine. On Wednesday morning she woke up on fire - 103 fever and completely miserable. Okay, we thought, so she can't go to daycare today and one of us will stay home until this fever goes away. Strange, a fever in the middle of the summer, out of nowhere like that. For the most part, she just wanted to lie against one of our chests and moan... that's how Wednesday went. On Thursday she was no better, but started throwing up and couldn't hold any food down. On Friday when her temp was still just as high, we knew we knew she had to go back to the doctor. They took one look at her (ok, maybe a few minutes worth of looks) and sent us straight to Dartmouth Hospital.
The ER (like any ER I have ever been to and will ever go to) was a nightmare. FOUR HOURS after our arrival, holding a wimpering, vomiting, and sweltering Haley to our chests, they had still not gotten her on the promised IV fluids or given her any tylenol or anti-emetic. Nightmare, like I said. Finally they tried to get an IV in, but her little hands were too chubby to find the veins so after blowing out all the possibilities on both hands and one foot, they called in the phlebotomist experts. Another 45 mins later, she had an IV, and another 5 hours later we were admitted finally to the Childrens Hospital. After that, things went much smoother (medically speaking- CHAD doctors and support staff were great) but Haley still wasn't much better by Saturday morning. Finally on Saturday afternoon she began to turn a corner, sitting up and eating pieces of saltines and having sips of water. Phew! On Sunday she was well enough to come home, and she's still recovering now but doing fine. Her parents are definitely still recovering.
While Andy and I were sweating it out with Haley (literally) Aiden was having a grand ol' weekend with friends and with HaPa and Grandma who came down on Saturday to help out. He played soccer and t-ball and frisbee on the green, got into some suds at the fire station, watched a big parade, went hiking at Low Plain, swimming at Elkins Beach, watched two movies, and went shopping to buy some new Nike sneakers. What sick sister?! A huge thanks to everyone who helped out watching him while we were tending to Haley.
So what was it? Random virus? Parasite from swimming in a lake? Bacteria from eating soil or pulling herself up on the trash can? Protozoa from playing with the dog? Contaminated food? We may never know. Some of the numerous test which were done on her poop have come back, but all were negative so far. We're just so thankful it's gone and she's on the mend.
3 comments:
Aren't ER's fun? I can't believe they poked her so many times. After 2 pokes an expert should have been called. Poor Haley Do.
Grandma Chris
Our friends had a similar (read: torturous) experience with their 2 month old at the FAHC ER. Their tale of woe practically made me sob and I insisted that they speak with patient advocacy because there is just no reason that a baby should be treated like a pin cushion. Poor Haley and poor you two. I'm glad she's feeling better now though and I hope that you guys are too. How stressful!
That was frustrating, getting the IV in...dont know why they dont just call the phlebotomy people right away! Haley was screaming bloody murder the whole time...the only good part was that we knew she still had a lot of fight left in her!
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