But – it was a little too close for comfort.
Tuesday night: Stomach flu
Wednesday night: First ER visit, sent home with confirmation of stomach flu.
Early Thursday morning: Second ER visit (local hospital); Get This Child Some Tests STAT.
Thursday morning, 9 am: Likely appendicitis, prepare to transfer to Sick Kids. IV insertion.
Thursday, 11 am: Noah has a seizure
Thursday, 3 pm: Noah is transferred to Sick Kids by ambulance with a nurse (and Carl)
Thursday, 3:45 pm: Noah has hives all over his body as a reaction to something
Thursday, 7 pm: Decision is made to just operate
Thursday, 8 pm: Noah enters ER
Thursday, 10 pm: Wow that was a really burst appendix and a belly full of infection, but Noah is ok – has a tube in his nose to his belly, a catheter, and morphine, but is ok
Friday, 2 am: Big fever, pack in ice
Saturday – ICU; Noah throws up a lot until they figure out his NG tube is kinked way up high where the x-ray they’d done to look couldn’t see
Saturday night – Noah discovers Treehouse
Sunday – transferred to room, eventually catheter is out, NG tube comes out; Noah discovers COOL PLAYROOM on ward
Tuesday- home we are, 6 pm.
Exhausted. Weird to be back on the sleep-at-Sick-Kids schedule. Carl and I were pretty shut down until it was clear Noah was leaving, and even so, I don’t think we’ve processed the fear. The seizure was AWFUL AWFUL AWFUL and from there until they got the NG tube sorted out I don’t think we could think about much, either one of us but definitely me. Constant obs (icu) is soooooooo like a NICU.
Have managed to stay employed thus far although still have a ways to go.
It was traumatic and scary for Noah. I was very sad to see his faith in the world get soundly shaken up. There is a whole post in that. But one of us was there the whole time, no exceptions. Hopefully we can help him through the feelings and hopefully we started.
Noah is really doing well physically and even better emotionally; I have some pictures of the recovery. Sick Kids is amazing amazing. More later. We’re ok.
Oh, G-d, I’m so sorry all 3 of you had to go through that! I’m really, really glad it has turned out okay, but — gah. Gah, gah, gah. Much love, thoughts, prayers.
Oh my, oh dear.
I’m late to get the news so I hope everyone is much better by now.
How scary! So very glad things are ok.