I won't get started on the whole timeline thing again because, when we thought we were dealing with just a dose of Colic, the night took a turn in another direction.
After coming home from our first visit to the Emergency Room we tucked Ellasyn safely into our bed where she falls asleep instantly. She usually always wakes, exactly 30 minutes after she has fallen asleep and we have to help her go back down. It's like clockwork, 30 minutes on the dot, and we have no idea why she does it but she always has, always will. Last night she slept right through her 30 minute mark which I expected since she had too of been exhausted because it was 9 p.m. and way past her bedtime. Adam and I finished preparing our romantic valentines day dinner. Which we enjoyed sitting on the living room floor in front of the season premier of Swamp People. Oh, he knows what I like.
At around 11:40 Ellasyn wakes up screaming. I figure she's hungry since she hasn't eaten dinner so I make her a bottle. She was on fire! But I, being a bad mommy and I'm half asleep I assumed it was because she was under the covers and snuggled in between her father and I. Both extremely hot natured people. She drank about an ounce and went back to sleep, sort of. She tossed and turned and would yell out just once and then go back to sleep. Finally at 12:30 the screaming was in full force and she was hotter than anybody, especially a baby, should be. So we took her temperature. 103.7. My heart sank. I was up and out of the bed yelling at Adam that we have to go, and we have to leave right now! I throw together a diaper bag in a state of panic, trying to fight back the tears that were coming. 103.7 for a baby. Questions were racing through my head. Is she going to start convulsing, should we call 911, will a wet rag help, OMG what am I suppose to be doing in this situation. I don't remember reading about this or anything. While I was freaking out, holding Ellasyn, and packing a diaper bag, my mind wonder to what was Adam doing? Getting ready, are you kidding me!!! "Wear what you have on it doesn't matter get in the fucking car," was probably what I was saying, I can't really remember.
Now lets take a break for a second and turn the tables to what I was wearing. Out in public, at a hospital, with a baby. It could have been worse but for me I should have been more prepared. I had on flannel navy pajama pants with pink polka dots and a grey v-neck boyfriend tee. The V was now shaped like a U because it was so stretched out and old. I threw on camel colored flats and my black North Face jacket that is to small so I couldn't zip it up. That doesn't sound so bad but I'm missing one crucial thing.....a bra. Now when your trying to have a serious conversation with a doctor about your child's health issues, bra less, can be a tad distracting. Especially when Ellasyn is yanking and pulling and clawing her way from any sort of machine they were trying to connect to her. I couldn't keep my jacket on because I was burning up so there I stood with my ta ta's greeting the world. I used to go to bed looking decent because you never know. Well nothing happened over the 10 years I followed this rule so I gave it up. Which was apparently not a good choice. It was embarrassing but I was in a hurry and that what the outcome. Maybe next time I will take time to primp like my laid back husband.
We arrive to the hospital where there are 4 other babies there for the same thing. We get excorted to our room right away which was nice but I could hear all the other babies screaming so it sounded more like a toucher chamber than a hospital. I'm curious to know what was going through Ellasyn's head? Did she know that she was next? Allison, her nurse comes in and she was beyond sweet. I love when I feel like I can actually be friends with the nurse. Ellasyn hates everything that happens to her, from the blood pressure machine giving her leg a hug, to the heart rate machine attached to her big toe. She pulled it off twice so now is was firmly tapped around her foot and a sock put on to keep her from tugging at it.
We met our doctor a few minutes later. I don't remember her name. She asks us questions that I answered before she even could get her sentence out. Apparently, a fault of mine. Last week my mother informs me that I finish people's sentences. I don't mean it in a bad way, but my brain has worked past what your trying to tell me and has moved on to my response or rebuttal. So it's going to be a difficult habit to break.
The doctor tests her for RSV and FLU by shoving two cotton balls up her nose which of course she hates. Then she informs me a catheter is next. What?! A catheter while she is awake and can feel it. I can not possibly put my child through that. But she insists its necessary to check for a UTI which is common in girls less than 2 years of age.
Let me stop to say how thankful I am for my husband. He has always stood by me and my crazy beliefs that follow our child. Like never letting her leave our sight while in the care of someone in a hospital. Ever since she was born we made them bring bath time to us, blood work to us, and everything. They never once took Ellasyn out of our sight and we were not about to start now. So she brought the catheter in. They brought in a stretcher, basically and were going to strap her in and do the catheter. I couldn't watch it. I had to leave. My amazing husband stayed because he believes what I do but he knows I can not bare to see our daughter, our life, be hurt in any way. It only lasted a second thank goodness and was over. She was a champ!!
After all was said and done every test came back negative. So they proceeded to tell us it was viral and for us to monitor it. What does viral even mean? A cold? I wanted more but wasn't getting it and I was not about to let them poke or hurt my baby any more without cause. So we brought her home.
Ellasyn has been fighting a fever for the past 24 hours and we will just continue to monitor it. We are giving her ibuprofen which we have never done before but it works. We have always only given Tylenol but Ibuprofen is where it is. I'm praying for her still and hoping for a speedy recovery. I am going to bed tonight with a bra on, just in case.
Today I am a wife, mother, and wearing bra.
Keep Chasing Those Fireflies
CJ
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