Thursday, July 16, 2009

No Room for Self Pity.

On Saturday, "Mary Kate" spiked a fever. Husband called me in Atlanta and wanted to know what to do, it was almost 104. I told him Motrin and let her rest, check her about an hour later and see if it had come down. Normally we wouldn't freak out about a fever, but since her surgery, we were instructed that anything over 101 that was not relieved by meds was a reason to call. The fever wasn't relieved, so after multiple phone calls, the Pediatric Urologist on call told him she needed to come to the ER - fever continued to go up and she was eventually admitted.

We spent 4 nights at Children's hospital. We did shifts to make sure one of us was still able to be at home with the Munchkin and "Ashley" and to be able to get a good nights rest in between the sleepless shifts you got while staying with "Mary Kate."

The first couple of days were tough because we had no answers, they were asking questions about us traveling out of the country and if our family was prone to staph infections. Her fever stayed high and we were starting to freak out. After a 48 hour urine culture they diagnosed her with a UTI - which is a rare, short term complication from the surgery that she had 2 1/2 weeks prior. Once they figured it out, they got her on the right antibiotics and on the road to recovery.

I couldn't help but sit there, in that dreary little room and think... Why us? Why her? She doesn't deserve to go through anymore of these complications. She was dealt a tougher hand than a lot of kids from birth, conception really if you want to go back that far and add in the whole mono-mono twin thing.

Being in that room late at night, longing to be in the comforts of your own home, longing to have your family under one roof again can really start to bring you down. Then, you walk out of that room and you see a child, maybe 8 years old, bald, and pushing his IV stand down the hall where he walks so feebly. Just look around that place and in the blink of an eye you will see more than a handful of children and families that have it way worse than a UTI.

There's nothing like a dose of reality to keep you in check and make you so thankful for what you have. The good, the bad and the ugly, I will take the hand that is given to me and I will do what I can to help those that aren't as fortunate as we are.


Anonymous said...

Poor baby :( Glad she's doing better.

Katherine @ Grass Stains said...

What a relief that it's under control! I know how stressful it is to have one of your babies be sick, particularly before diagnosis.

Michelle said...

B was seen at Children's Hospital for many years for asthma. In the beginning they were not sure what was going on and a lot of uncertainy. In the midst of it all, one trip there put my head on straight and I began to realize how fortunate I am!

Glad to hear she is on her way to recovering!

Heather said...

Must have been so scary for you. I am always on edge with their sicknesses, and I am lucky that no one has had anything too serious or any surgeries.

Anyway, it is Heather from 3 under3. I am just finally getting around to visiting your blog. Thanks for the visit and comment, by the way!