First of all, thanks to all of you who commented on my previous post. It means a lot to us that you care.
So, she went to the doc yesterday and he said she was doing well. The swelling is going down it seems, and the antibiotics are working. Her knee will be a little sore for a month or so and that is about it.
Thank God, it sounds like this thing is going to end as not to big a deal in the long run. Interestingly, he said such an infection is very rare. They see maybe one a year at that hospital, especially with such a young child. We will never know what caused it or exactly what it was. A medical mystery I suppose.
Brooke is going to go back to day care next week, and our life will get back to normal hopefully.
Thanks again for all the kind words. It is amazing, how parents can empathize with each other so adeptly, when one of their children are concerned.
Last Sunday we took Brooke to the emergency room. Her knee had been bothering her for a couple of days and was noticeably swelled compared to her other leg. She has recently learned to climb on the furniture, and we figured she must have sprained it or something. So we load up and arrive at about noon in the emergency waiting room at Cook Childrens Hospital. This was the perfect time to go, as we had no wait and were escorted straight into one of their curtained emergency evaluation rooms.
After the customary hour or two wait we managed to get her leg x-rayed, which she was none too happy about, and eventually were told that she had a bunch of fluid in and around the joint. After some deliberating her orthopedic surgeon decided to go ahead and take her to the operating room! Our little trek to get some x-rays, maybe some pain medicine, and a ACE bandage just got serious.
We were shocked and horrified of course. We had only brought a single bottle and a couple of diapers with us, and had been discussing where to take Brookie to dinner after she was done at the ER. The surgeon told us that he was just going to use a needle to extract the fluid, a common procedure. If it looked infected they would cut a small hole in her knee, flush out the area, and install a drain. After agreeing to the doctor’s plans, and signing the paperwork, we had to witness the first of many coming heartbreaks. Brookie of course had to get an IV put in and at this point, she had been sitting in this small room for six hours or so.
I ended up having to leave the room while they put the IV in. Nothing I have ever known can reduce a tough guy to a blubbering, sobbing, idiot, quicker than seeing and hearing his baby girl screaming in pain and frustration. Babies have no concept of a stranger trying to help them in this way. They only know that some person is holding them down, and poking at them with sharp instruments. The look of horror and betrayal on her face was more than I could bear.
The surgeon called us in the waiting room twenty minutes into the procedure and let us know that the fluid indeed, looked infected. They then made their incision, flushed the joint, and installed the drain. After a couple of long hours we followed our sedated little angel up to her room. Sometime after midnight she started stirring a bit, so we got the nurse to give her some pain medicine. She pretty much slept through the night, and most of the next day.
We had been told that she would probably be allowed to go home sometime on the second day of her stay, which was Tuesday. Her infectious disease doctor came in on Tuesday and informed us that she would be kept on intravenous antibiotics for at least five days. This was disheartening to say the least. We had hoped to go home on that day, and were told matter-of-factly that we would be staying for at least the week. The same day her orthopedic surgeon came in and checked her wound, and removed the drain. Later that day a new infectious disease doctor came to examine her. He was not happy with the way her affected leg looked, and ordered an MRI for Wednesday morning. The doctor was concerned that she might also have an infection in her femur, which would not have shown up on the x-rays.
Toddlers and MRIs do not mix well, so she would have to be put under again for the MRI. Wednesday was taken up with this procedure. We were told that the preliminary results looked good. There did not seem to be any infection in the bone.
Somewhere on Wednesday or Thursday we were told that the antibiotics they had been giving her did not work. The timeline is a little fuzzy at this point. A new antibiotic was started. This leads me to the worst parts of the entire experience. Brooke was in the hospital for a total of seven days. For the first five days she was on contact isolation. This means she was not allowed to leave her room or interact with any of the other patients. There are activities and playrooms at the hospital, but she was not able to enjoy any of them. Keeping a fifteen month old child in the same room for five days, basically confined to a twin bed, is not a fun experience. Our girl was quite the trooper however, and she handled it better than we did.
Throughout her stay Brooke had seven or so new IVs started. Her little veins just could not hold up to the antibiotics. They collapsed generally after 24 hours or so, and she inadvertently removed one IV that was not properly secured. These times are quite possibly the worst times of my life. After a couple of days in the hospital my little girl went from a smiling and happy outgoing baby, to a fearful and reclusive baby. The worst memory I have happened when they came in one day to give her a new IV. It was her third one probably. The poor little defenseless child saw them coming and hid her hands under her butt to try to defend herself. From that point on, anyone that came in her room was seen by her, as someone there to hurt her. The doctors couldn’t hardly examine her without a stream of tears and screams of fright.
She ended up having to sleep in the small bed with my wife every night, because the hospital crib represented nothing but pain to her. We couldn’t put her in it to change a diaper without her getting upset. At one point a team came in to start a new IV and spent fifteen minutes poking at her and restraining her with no result. They could not get it. At that point the IV team was called up who successfully started a new one. No one else was allowed by us to try after that incident. Thankfully only one more had to be placed before we came home.
Please don’t get me wrong here. Cook Children’s Hospital is the finest medical facility I have ever been in. They actually had me as a patient for around a dozen or so surgeries and illnesses as a small child. The staff are the best, and I could not hope for better treatment for our daughter. At the same time, I have never felt so helpless. When Brooke falls down I can instantly pick her up, and comfort her. At times during her hospitalization, I either had to watch her stare at me with the most betrayed and hurt look that I have ever seen, or abandon her while people hurt her. The fact that they were professional wonderful people simply trying to cure her illness, made no difference to her, and her pain ate me alive every time.
Sunday morning, a new round of blood tests were done. They showed that her septic level had decreased. So the new antibiotic was working. Surprisingly we were told that afternoon that we could take her home and continue the antibiotics orally. I can’t right now recall many times in my life that I was more rejoiceful than this one. The flood of relief that came over both of us was an awesome experience.
Tomorrow Brooke goes in for a followup. Hopefully the antibiotics are still winning the battle and she will not have to have another surgery to drain the infected fluid. If she does, we will take it one day at a time as we did this time. I pray that this will not be the case.
While we were leaving a tinge of guilt came over me. We got to know a few of the families on our floor during this long week. They were not as blessed as us at that moment. They did not get to go home. Their babies were still very sick, and the parents were still full of uncertainty. A week long hospital stay for a baby is a long one, and is something I hope not to repeat ever again. There are dozens of families at that hospital at this very moment that have been there for weeks, and months. Some of them will never leave as a complete family, and my heart aches for them.
Any of you that have read my blog for long know that I have a soft heart for children. Before last week I of course knew that there were sick kids. It wasn’t real to me however as it is now. Seeing a toddler that has had six heart surgeries, or a small child that has lost his hair due to his cancer treatments, made it all too real. I have prayed for God to keep my baby safe every day since we received her, and I will continue to do so in earnest. I will also pray for the sick babies and their poor parents from this point forward as well.
If you have a healthy child, thank God for them as I do, and go give them a hug. Not all parents are as fortunate as we are.
Our little angel, Brooke, has contracted Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease. It is a viral illness that causes blisters to form in the mouth, throat, hands and feet. Fortunately it only takes a week or two to fight off. The poor little one has sores in her mouth, throat, and on her chin. It is obviously very painful as she has not slept well for about five days now. Mama and I have been switching off taking the day off to spend with her.
Yesterday, she laid in my lap for nearly the entire day. You could tell she was just miserable. Last night she slept well, so hopefully we are on the downward side of this thing. All you parents know how aweful we feel when our little ones are sick, and there isn’t much we can do about it.
Well, little Miss Brookie is starting to develop a bit of an attitude at times. Heh. She really, really, does not like having something taken away from her, when she is interested in it, and apparently she is not liking being spoon fed all that much now.
If she will allow being spoon fed, there sure as heck better be another spoon for her to hold on to, and possibly one for each hand. God forbid, you try to take her spoons away either. The wrath of the God’s will soon be unleashed, within about two seconds. She is training us well. /sigh
I think this stems from her desire to feed herself, which is a good sign of her, early motivation for some degree of independence. The fact that she slings any food on a spoon you hand to her across the kitchen, is not a negative in her view of course.
She is also mastering the stiff board, sling yourself backwards, fit-throwing move. It is amazing how painful getting smacked in the face by an angry baby’s head is. It is kind of like getting punched in the face.
Last night, she decided, it would be fun to sit on Daddy’s neck while I was laying down, and practice her slamming technique on my belly. So for about five minutes she sat there laughing in my face, and then propelling herself backwards at mach 1.2. Every groan from the wind being knocked out of me, elicited a gleeful response. She loves wrestling with Daddy already, and I eat it up. It is interesting that she knows she can be rougher with me than Mommy. There are boundaries that have to be learned though, so I have to think about that, when she starts smacking me in the face as a fun game.
So far, she is not getting that a stern “No”, or “No Ma’am” is a serious thing. Every time we have done so, she laughs intensely. She is only ten months old after all.
Her pediatrician actually asked about some of this behavior yesterday, to see if it was starting, as is typical. She gave us some tips on how to deal with it. Right now her little fits are cute, but she also has teeth and packs a pretty mean slap when she wants to. There is of course no malice currently in her “violence” as it were, but teaching her that hitting and biting in any situation is not acceptable, is something that is important.
I was a biter as a child, and know how much of a problem that was for my poor mother, when she would get a call from school, because I had latched on to some poor soul, when they evoked my anger. I was bad enough to break the skin a few times. Avoiding that type of thing, is a goal for us, with our little angel.
She plays very well with her friends at day care right now, and we want her to continue that. With no siblings, it serves as a good place for socialization, and a place to learn about sharing and all the wonderful things that civilized people have to do, to be an accepted member of their society.
I have written about the responsibility of being a parent before, and was guilty of saying things like, “Wow, what horrible parents that child must have” in the past. It is easy to judge people, when you have not walked in their shoes. Some children are problem kids. I know I was. Brookie shows no sign of being a problem child thus far. Honestly, she is the happiest, laid back baby I have ever encountered. As long as her basic needs are met to her liking, she is generally happy, and ready to play. We are lucky here. Her upset spells are few and far between, and we, so far, know what triggers them.
So now, we are officially beyond the infant stage. Our baby girl is actually starting to test boundaries, and she is counting on us to clearly lay them out for her. She has no knowledge of what they are, or should be, so we have to teach her.
As hard as it may be, to set her down in her crib, for doing something wrong repeatedly, it is something we will have to do. I find it difficult to not comfort her the moment any tears come, and the idea of being the cause of her tears, kills me. Discipline really is tougher on the parents than the child. Who wants to see their little one upset, because you won’t let them bang a toy into the TV screen incessantly?
This is where the hard work of parenting begins I think. As hard as staying up all night when she was a little baby was, it is nothing, compared to setting aside one’s own greedy need to please her, and disciplining a child, when you don’t really want to. If it were a perfect world, my little booger, would get whatever she wants, whenever she wants. Reality tells me that this is a recipe for disaster, and what is wrong with a lot of young people today.
We want to raise a well adjusted, intelligent, honest, well charactered, patient, caring, human here. If we do our job, she will be a benefit to society, and not a dreg. Our own self-discipline will be the most crucial aspect of whether or not this happens. Teaching our child how to cope with disappointment, and self control, is a worthy goal, and the job of every parent.
There are of course no guarantees. People are people. You can take them and put them in the best or worst situations, and they sometimes will triumph or fail miserably, even given the best or worst starting position. All we can do is teach her how one should run one’s life, and hope and pray, that she makes good decisions.
Well, once again I find myself wandering down the road of our family’s lives together. It really does fly by. This age is such a fun age. She is learning new things every day. She is waving “bye bye” now, and nearly saying it. She also is working on clapping, and should be walking any day now.
As my friends with kids, like Ted, always tell me. Before you know it, she will be in high school, and going off to college. Guess I better get busy preparing her to do so.
For anyone who is interested, Brooke Lynn went to the doctor today for her checkup. At ten months old she is 30.5″ tall, and weighs 25.5 lbs. This puts her in the 95% class, heh. The doc said she is perfectly height / weight proportionate, so that is good. She is wearing clothes made for eighteen month old kiddoes. If she ever gets to walking, the other kids at day care better watch out!
Brookie shows no sign of being a problem child thus far. Honestly, she is the happiest, laid back baby I have ever encountered. As long as her basic needs are met to her liking, she is generally happy, and ready to play. We are lucky here. Her upset spells are few and far between, and we, so far, know what triggers them.
