Since Wednesday night neither my wife nor I have gotten more than 2 hours of contiguous sleep. It's been rough for us, but not as bad as it has been for our 9 month-old baby, Cana (she turns 9 months tomorrow!). What follows is a cathartic release, a need for this exhausted father to tell the story in detail (written in dribs and drabs over several hours).
Cana has been terribly sick for the past few days. Actually, she's been battling an ear infection for three weeks, but on Wednesday night things got worse. Around midnight she spit up her dinner-time bottle, and was up all night sipping and wanting to be held, and spitting up what she had sipped.
I went to work on Thursday and Jess stayed home with Cana, who was not keeping anything down. By the afternoon Cana was spitting up blood-tinged mucus. On Thursday evening the doctor had us go to the Emergency Department at our local hospital, where Cana was hooked up to an IV for meds and fluids, and had some blood work done (the nurse did an amazing job with the IV - she got it on the first stick, avoiding the torture of multiple needle sticks!). And that's where we found out she has three different infections - one in her urinary tract, one in her gastrointestinal tract, one in her ears. After five hours in the hospital we went home. Throughout the night she would cry and take small sips of pedialyte, about every 30-90 minutes.
On Friday I took her to the doctor's office for a follow up, where she received two additional shots - one in each thigh - of Rocefin. During the day she continued to spit up, to alternate between antsy and lethargic, and cry a ton. She spent about half of the day in my arms. Worried about her lack of energy and inability to eat - now 36 hours without any food - the doctor recommended an old home remedy of a teaspoon of corn syrup for her. This worked. She got a little more energy, slowly took a few sips of pedialyte on 15 minute intervals, and was keeping it down. Yeah! Not having eaten in more than a day, she ate slowly throughout the night, drinking a mixture of soy-based anti-diarrhea formula and pedialyte about every 30-90 minutes.
On Saturday morning she was fairly alert and playful, but then lost - rather explosively out of both ends - all the food she had eaten the night before. We returned to pedialyte for the next several hours. By late morning she was crashing again and, as if on cue, the doctor called - her urinary tract infection was really bad. The blood culture didn't even need the customary three days to show that she had not one but two different infections growing in her urine. Argh. We were given a new prescription of amoxicillin for one of the UTI infections, though at a smaller dosage than previously, hoping that she wouldn't spit it up. Furthermore, the doctor told us that we should be ready to go the Emergency Department immediately if Cana spiked a 102 degree fever or threw up two more times. She hasn't done either of these so far, thank God. Though still antsy and needing to be held often, Saturday night was a little better than the previous three nights - we got up with her only about every 90-120 minutes to feed and hold her.
So far on Sunday Cana is doing alright - still lethargic, still not herself, still wanting to be held for long periods on end, still not eating a ton (but keeping down what she does eat!). Right now she is asleep and snoring, perhaps the deepest sleep she's gotten in days.
In my nearly four years of being a parent this is the sickest either of our children has been. It has been scary and unnerving, not to mention exhausting on both physical and emotional levels. My experience working in a hospital helped me make sense of our Emergency Department visit, and for that I'm grateful. But my hospital experience also helps me appreciate the myriad unknowns and complications that are inherent with infections, particularly with patients who cannot communicate. I've feared the worst over these past few days. A doctor's order to get my child to the emergency department immediately, and her statement to me on Friday morning, "I'm not sure why she's not feeling better," will do that to me.
And throughout this ordeal Tali, our 3 year-old, has been as good as could be expected. With her parents completely focused on her younger sister, Tali has received much less attention and as a result has acted out and gotten away with eating more junk than normal (which, in turn, makes her hyper). Thank goodness for our church's youth director who spent nearly 6 hours with her on Thursday night while we were at the hospital, and for our babysitter who took Tali out to a local fair this morning.
Jess missed two days of work last week with Cana sick at home, and I've also missed two days - including a Saturday day-time shift at the hospital. Balancing work and family is a very difficult thing to do, something possible only with understanding and helpful co-workers willing to step-up, reschedule meetings, and take over our responsibilities at a moment's notice. I'm grateful for them, and would much rather be at work than home with a sick baby - that's for sure!
I'm cautiously optimistic that Cana has turned the corner (though I thought that Saturday morning, too). Perhaps this will be the night that I get more than 2 hours of sleep at a time. Perhaps this is the day that Cana will return to being herself, giggling, laughing, playing and clapping her hands. As much as I love how she cuddles up with me and quietly lays her head on my shoulder when she's sick, I'll gladly take the healthy Cana - the Cana who is not-so-cuddly but prefers to be on the floor trying to crawl or who plays boisterously in my arms - any day.
