From bad to cursed

Jul 25, 2013

It seems like Murphy's Law is always waiting for my husband to leave in order to challenge my mental and physical capabilities. Case in point, Iraq deployment I had on going car problems that at 20 years old female had no idea how to handle. OCS I had my second baby while the husband was away, talk about testing the limits of what you can handle. Ranger School I broke my hand. Airborne school I was battling the worst morning sickness imaginable, as in I lost 7 pounds due to not being able to eat anything, needless to say I gained it all back and lots lots more! But this time around literally everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Saturday at about 2:30 am Avalon felt like a tiny little furnace laying next to me, I got up took her temp and called the doctors office for dosage instructions for Tylenol. That seemed to work until her fever came back around 11:00 am at which point I called my pediatrician directly and he told me to meet him at the hospital. Ok, great what to I do with the boys? There is no way they would be able to handle sitting in the ER. So I called a babysitter that I had only used a couple times while I was on bed rest with Avalon. The kids do not particularly like her, but I was desperate. She came over right away and Avalon and I attempted to leave....
Except you are going nowhere when your car won't start!!! Ace and his monkey long arms unfortunately can reach the light above his car seat which was left on for who knows how long. I called my roadside assistance and they sent the Rescue Ranger to come jump my car within 30 minutes. Perfect! Avalon was sleeping so we had some time to spare. This was the start of my panic for the day. Well this very nice Alaska native came and got my car started. Off we went. We got to the ER and they had us in the back faster then I could finish writing her first name on the paperwork. Her temp was 101.6 and for a baby under 3 months this is no good! They wanted to get labs done on her immediately since she had no other symptoms besides a fever. The lab showed up took blood and urine samples and rushed them to be processed. I was a mess at this point. Watching my little girl go through this was heartbreaking. Her fever was under control at this point so we sat and waited for the lab results. And we waited...and waited...and at 5:00 pm they came in to say they needed to retake the blood samples. WHAT! My heart sank, I did not want her to go through that again. But they took another sample, the doctor came in and said that they wanted to keep her overnight for observation and start an IV right away. I lost it! What do you mean keep her overnight? What is wrong? What do I do with my boys? My husband is not in the country, I have no family here, and do not know that many people that I could call to take my boys for the night. So we spent the next few hours convincing the hospital staff that my kids needed to be with me and stay the night as well. This was not easy...but we had no choices. I am breastfeeding exclusively so that leaves only me to stay with Avalon. 
At about 9:00pm they got us to our room and Avalon fell asleep. They told me I needed to go now if I was going to get the boys. I didn't know what to do.. you mean I just leave my baby here? But I had no other option. I broke down crying while I made my way to the parking lot. Only to try and start my car, TRY and start my car. Which did not start AGAIN! I ran as fast as I could to the security desk begging someone to jump my car, I knew I didn't have too much time before Avalon would wake up and need me. An amazing male nurse with amazingly curly hair came out and jumped my car with his massively ginormous truck (only in Alaska). I was on my way, trying to focus on driving and not about the anxiety that was taking over my mind and body. Then ding...ding...ding, my gas light came on. WHAT THE HELL! Come on. If you live in Alaska you know that there is not a gas station on every corner which is why they tell you to never let your car get below a half a tank. Great, point taken it will never happen again. I got gas, and raced home to find my children begging to get away from the sitter. And she was just as happy to leave. I grabbed everything and anything I could find to pack an overnight bag and get back to my baby. The boys were in great spirits and they were excited for this "sleepover".
I finally got them settled down and ready for bed by 11:30pm. They each had some form of technology to keep them occupied while I was taking care of Avalon. We were still waiting on lab results for some tests so the main thing was to keep her fever under control which was not easy. She was such a trooper, for 2 months old she is one tough little baby. That night I think I got about 45 minutes of sleep. Between feedings, and the nurses coming in every hour to check on her,her IV coming out 3 times, there was not much time for beauty sleep. Not to mention my mind was so many places, I couldn't talk to my husband, I was feeling so defeated. 
The next morning we were told that we should get comfortable because we were not leaving today. Your kidding right? This cannot be real! You mean I have to keep all my kids here another night? Well yes, that is what happened. Actually we ended up being in this hospital room for 2 more days! It was torture...torture for all involved. The inmates began to take over the prison, the boys were losing it. I will say that the nurses and doctors at Mat-su Regional are amazing! I knew this before when I delivered Avalon here, but they took hospitality to a whole new level. They brought in a wagon for the boys to ride in, they would take them on walks around the floors to get some energy out. They overloaded them with food and snacks! I could never thank them enough. To have to go through something like this they sure made it as easy as possible. Finally, on our third day there Avalon started reacting well to the new antibiotics and I begged my pediatrician to let us go home and shower and come back if we had to. He said that we indeed could go home, ALL of us, but come back for testing throughout the week. It turns out that she had high levels of potassium in her system and needed her kidneys checked out...for lack of a better diagnosis. But fine I'll take it, as long as she gets better. I had no more tears left in me, my heart broke looking at my little girl in that bed hooked up to all those wires. I felt so bad for my little boys, but I could not have asked for better sidekicks to have while we were there. They kept me laughing, when I wasn't screaming at them to close the door or not pull that plug out of the wall :) After we were released Ace said "mom I no like this hotel" I said I know baby, I will never bring you back...until tomorrow when we will be here for more tests! And for all their patience and support the last 72 hours I took those stinky little boys, and my un-showered self to Target and let them pick out as many toys as they could carry. All while waiting for the many antibiotics I would be pumping into my baby over the next few days. 

Life is most definitely an adventure, and when your husband is gone you have to find the strength you thought you never had to hold it all together. I kept thinking that I was somewhat lucky to be in a hospital in case I needed anti psychotic medication and a straight jacket at some point. I can say now that we are all happy to be home recovering from cabin fever. And we shall try to lay low...very very low until Daddy gets home! Damn you Murphy and your ridiculous Law!!


7 comments:

  1. Wow...seriously, I cannot believe all of this happened to you. My heart goes out to you and your family!

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    1. Thank you! I know it seems like such a blur now.

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  2. Oh.my.word. You are amazing. Seriously, to go through all that alone you deserve a medal. I hope baby girl is feeling better now!

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    1. Ugh, worst experience ever! Baby is feeling much better hopefully it stays that way :)

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  3. I laugh out loud when I read these... Bees 3 Kids...what a GREAT name for a kids book series...okay, I'm writing the outline now.

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  4. Oh my goodness! The worst stuff does always happen when the husband is away. I am glad she is on the mend.

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    1. Thank you! Yes she is feeling much better.

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