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I think it’s fair to say that the last week has been one I don’t particularly want to see again in a hurry. It’s only now things are back to relatively normal again that I’ve got 15 minutes or so to sit down and write about all that happened.
It all started on Monday really, MasterB seemed a bit “off it” and was being a bit sicky but we put it down to teething but by Tuesday night he was throwing up all his bottles and had a temperature. His gunky ear was also looking rather red and very runny so on Wednesday I took him to the doctors. The doctor prescribed antibiotics for his ear and said it looked like a perforated ear drum and also said he had an upper respiratory tract infection. She also mentioned he seemed a little wheezy and I should give him the Atrovent inhaler I already have, and if his breathing got worse to fetch him back.
On thursday he was getting really wheezy so I gave him puffs of Atrovent at 8am and 3pm but it wasn’t really helping so I rang the doctors and got an appointment for 5.20pm. As my husband had a parents evening and wouldn’t be home until gone 6pm it meant I had to pick up MissB from nursery on the way to the doctors and take her with me. Anyway we got the doctors, they took one look at him, gave him a nebuliser and called an ambulance. At this point it became a bit of a logistical nightmare as I had MissB with me, couldn’t contact my husband and had no changing bags or anything with us.
The ambulance arrived and with a bit of thought we decided that I would sit on the stretcher in the ambulance with MissB between my legs and one of the paramedics would sit holding MasterB. MissB was torn between excitement at riding in a nee nah and scared so as well as a puking MasterB (yep he had started puking again at this point and had a temperature of 39.8) we also had a crying MissB to deal with on the ambulance ride. Luckily my husband phoned whilst we were en route to the hospital and as he works so close he was able to meet us at the entrance
MasterB was admitted straight to the children’s ward where he was given oxygen, salbutamol and ibuprofen and we managed to find a babysitter who could watch MissB for an hour in the evening so my husband could come back with some clothes, nappies, bottles etc for us as it was going to be another overnight stay. As it turned out it were kept in until Saturday evening and the verdict was Broncholitis, an upper respiratory tract infection, swollen tonsils, a perforated ear drum and an ear infection The poor love had really got himself poorly. Oh and to make matters worse, the tape they used to fasten his oxygen tube to his face was the wrong kind and ended up pulling his skin off when it was removed and leaving a large sore patch on his face
It was nice to finally get home from the hospital and find my husband had cleaned the house and done all the laundry at least So now we are all back to normal, MasterB is back at nursery and seems much happier in himself and apart from the odd wheeze he seems to have recovered really quickly I have a feeling this won’t be the last time we are in hospital with MasterB though, it’s happened twice now in the last couple of months and I imagine the next time he gets poorly we will probably end up there aswell I’m currently trying to think of ways to minimise the risks of it happening again.
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Well we are still in hospital and had a little error with the tape holding the oxygen tube on (it didn’t want to come off!) so my little man also has a sore face as well
Well today hasn’t been much better than yesterday We went back to the doctors with MasterB’s wheezing, doc called an ambulance and here we now are on the children’s ward (again)
We can now add Bronchiolitis to the perforated ear drum and the sickness bug! Might as well get all three at once I suppose!
Well after another major bleed, ambulance ride and hospital visit it really feels like I’m sat here listening to the ticks of a time bomb, just waiting for the inevitable now.
For those that missed the latest drama here is a quick recap for you:
Friday, I was tweeting about BH contractions and saying how I hoped they were just that. These died down over night and so we decided to just carry on as normal.
Saturday, I had an awful tummy bug and after a hasty shopping trip to choose tiles for our new bathroom I ended up going back to bed for the rest of the day. I was getting the odd painful BH but nothing that had me overly worried.
Sunday am, about 3am I started getting more regular BH again coming about every 3-4 minutes and suddenly felt a gush again, a sprint to the bathroom revealed another major bleed and so it was another trip to the hospital. This time we really were close to having the baby delivered with an emergency c section but after dosing me up on diamorphone, codeine and what seemed like every other drug going, the contractions died down and the bleed stopped so it was a case of just wait and see. We must have been touch and go as the delivery suite sent for the SCBU staff to come in and have a chat with us about what was going to happen to baby if it was born, at this point I was high as a kite on diamorphine so things were a little bit hazy so it was pretty hard for me take in what they were saying. Daddy was holding trying to hold onto an unsettled MissB so it was pretty hard for him to focus on the seriousness of the situation aswell and any hand holding was out of the window as he had his hands full with Z.
Oh yes, did I mention through all this we had MissB with us, at 3am in the morning we tried ringing our usual emergency babysitters only to find out they were in the Lakes and with the ambulance at the door, the only option we had was for me to go in the ambulance alone and for hubby to sort out MissB (who by this time was crying in her cot) and follow on in the car. When he arrived at the hospital the receptionist kindly told him that “this wasn’t a place for babies and did we not have any family nearby?” well we’d kind of figured that out but what can you do in these situations, so MissB was sat with her daddy whilst we were trying to a) get our heads round whether we were about to have another baby and b) figure out what on earth we could do with MissB. Luckily we found another friend who came to our rescue and came and picked MissB up from the hospital at 5am and took her home, which reminds me I need to order a big bunch of flowers!
Anyway once everything had settled down I was eventually transferred to the ward for monitoring and on Tuesday I was released with a warning that if there is any more bleeding then either a) I’m in hospital until the baby is born (which could be 6 weeks away!) or b) this baby is being delivered! So here I am sitting on a time bomb just waiting to see what happens next. I feel like I daren’t leave the house anymore, daren’t lift MissB up, daren’t do anything and for someone who is normally active I’m finding it very hard to cope with
One little bit of good news was that the latest scan shows the placenta now reaches down to the cervix but doesn’t cover it so there is still some small hope that it will move up enough to clear the way for a natural birth and baby is now head down (with it’s head pressing on the cervix) and no longer lying transverse so if everything can stay put for now it may still be possible for that natural birth Fingers crossed.
Excuse all the creases on my bump, they aren’t stretch marks, just where I’ve been lying in bed
It’s hard to really write this post at the moment as I’ve got so much going through my head I just don’t know what to put down first but I’ll try. It’s been a pretty rough few days in the Brown household but I’ve finally got 5 minutes to sit down and blog about it.
I guess it started on Thursday with nursery phoning to say MissB had been sick, since then my life has been a constant battle with sick, poo, snot, tears, calpol, nurofen, dirty washing and a broken washing machine but I think we are finally starting to improve.
After barely keeping anything down for days, we finally decided the doctors was in order on Monday (yesterday) after MissB’s temperature reaching 40.4 degrees on Sunday night and yet another night of going in to check on her, to find her lying in a pool of sick and poo. The doctors sent us over to the childrens ward at our local hospital yesterday where she was thoroughly checked out and having diagnosed a nasty bout of gastroenteritis we were finally sent home at about 9pm after we’d managed to get some fluid into her. Her temperature was still 39.6 when we left the hospital but we’ve been told to expect a few more days of it and to keep doing what we’ve been doing and ride it out. At least it’s reassuring that they were happy to send her home.
I left home at 10am yesterday and finally got home at gone 9pm so to say it was exhausting was an understatement, MissB did pretty much nothing but scream for most of the day and having been up since 3am with a catnap on the sofa I was at my wits end. Daddy was at work and though he offered to come over to the hospital to help out I told him to just come along after work as there really wasn’t a lot happening except crying. I forget sometimes how exhausting it is trying to cope with a poorly baby at the best of times but add in the fact that I’m 8 months pregnant now I think it all just proved a bit too much yesterday.
I’m feeling much better about everything today as hubby slept with the monitor in the spare room and got up to see to MissB overnight allowing me to have a full nights sleep so I’m a bit more prepared with the daily ritual of poo soaked baby, baths, washing and of course calpol. Luckily her temperature is down today and despite the explosive nappies we at least haven’t had any more sick yet.
I know it’s just a case of MissB’s immune system developing since she started nursery but it seems like we’ve just had one bug after another since November and it can’t help but get you down after a while. It’s not very often I get to tweet about how she’s taken some steps today or learnt a new word, my life just seems to be a constant twitter stream of poo and sick. It will get better I keep telling myself!
Right well it sounds like MissB is stirring from her nap so I’d better go see what disasters await me in her cot this time, it really doesn’t help that our washing machine has broken and I haven’t had chance to order a new one yet.