Monday, October 17, 2011

My Unscripted Life


Saturday morning was all about the Race For The Cure.  We actually got out as a family.

We got home from the race around 11:00am.  The nurse arrived at noon.  When she arrives, she does a routine assessment.  She found that what appeared to be a diaper rash starting on Friday now appeared to be a couple of abscesses.  They were dark and pretty hard around the area.  She was also pretty red and inflamed.  Her temp was about 99.3.  Ron, the nurse and I debated bringing her to the ER.  We decided ultimately that if there was even a question that we might, then we might as well go now.  So we did.  

Peyton was seen right away in the ER.  The doctor felt that the abscesses, while definitely present, were still relatively small.  She said that if they were to drain them, they'd have to sedate her.  First, she's allergic to Versed, which is what they'd typically use.  Second, with all her health conditions, she's not one you just jump into sedation without a really good reason.  We got an antibiotic and were sent home.  The doctor said she would be in on Sunday as well and to come back if we felt like things weren't improving.

On Sunday morning, I woke up and saw that Peyton's pulse ox monitor was displaying a heart rate of 173!!!  She's normally around 105 or so first thing in the morning.  I get concerned when it's creeping up in the high 120s.  I took her temp - 102.3.  I woke Ron up and told him to get ready.  He immediately thought it was the abscesses but I said no, it's the heart rate and temp.  The abscesses too, though - they were far worse.  The swelling had increased tremendously and the area that was hard had expanded.  I wasn't sure if the other issues were symptoms of the infection or if we had a potential respiratory issue going on as well because she's had some increased secretions lately which were also yellowish.

Back down to the ER we went around 7:00am.  Again, we were seen right away.  The resident said the abscesses would have to be drained.  She had to discuss with the attending since there was the whole sedation issue.  They ultimately decided to give her morphine and to use a numbing patch over the area.  Then they would incise and drain.  Eventually, they began the procedure.  Poor Peyton was such a little trooper.  My heart goes out to her for all she endures!  She had to have 4 or 5 shots of lidocaine in the area first.  Diaper area, people.  OUCH!!!  I watched the procedure and I watched her.  She was not happy and I don't blame her one bit.

Suddenly I started to feel a little light-headed.  There was a chair right at the bedside, so I sat and continued to comfort Peyton.  The nurse was on the other side of the bed opposite me.  She asked if I was ok.  I told her how I was feeling.  The feeling continued.  I got a little nauseous.  The doctor said "Mom looks pale."  Then the nurse told me I should transfer to the recliner type chair that was beside the one I was in.  I did that while she got a cool wet towel to put on my forehead.  She also paged for some gatorade STAT.  When that came, I was feeling a bit more nauseous.  She gave me some bags just in case.  I took a few sips of gatorade.

Not sure how much longer it was, but I vaguely recollect opening my eyes slightly to see my left foot propped on a chair.  I no longer had the gatorade in my hand and the towel was gone.  How odd, I remember thinking.  I remember my face twitching.  Then I remember faint noises all around me.  I remember hearing "She's turning blue."  I remember the surroundings as being dark and fuzzy.  Don't know how to describe how I felt aside from that.  When I opened my eyes slightly, the EMT (who was doing a peds ER rotation) was on my left.  I heard loud beeping on my right.  I was lying on the floor.  I remember people pushing Peyton's stretcher aside as they continued working on her.  The EMT, in his lovely British accent, asked me if I could open my eyes.  I did.  He asked if I was diabetic.  I am not.  They did a finger stick and checked my glucose level.  It was fine.  I had an oxygen mask on my face.  The EMT asked if I knew what day it was.  Sunday.  He asked if I knew what month it was.  I kind of laughed (as much as a recently unconscious person can) like it was a silly question, but I actually had to think about it for a few seconds.  My inclination for some reason was to say December.  I did settle on October.  He said he would skip the other silly questions for now.  Then they began discussing how to get me onto a stretcher.  Eventually I was moved onto one and off I went to the adult ER!

Long story short, I had a vasovagal reaction (a sudden drop in blood pressure) which they think could have been a combination of me not having eaten much and then the sight of the procedure Peyton was having.  I don't get that because it wasn't bothering me!!  Then I had a syncopic episode (fainting).  Then I had a couple little seizures (the twitching I vaguely remember).  They did and EKG, bloodwork and urine test.  Of all that, all that came back was that I had a mild urinary tract infection!  Who knew.  It took me passing out to find that out!  I am sure that was not the cause of my "episode".  They ordered me a food tray.  I ate what looked edible and it was good.  Yes, hospital food was good.  I think I was too hungry to care.  I am fine.  I am tired.  I feel stupid.

Now...while all of this was going on with me, Ron was not with me at the hospital.  Peyton was on her own!  They had someone from Child Life sit with her while she waited in the ER to be admitted.  I was able to text Ron and he came back to the hospital after church.  Apparently I missed the incident at church where a burning bag of popcorn caused the entire building to be evacuated!  Had Peyton been well, she would have been her wheelchair...with no elevator to get her back down to the 1st floor (the special needs ministry is on the 2nd floor).  Wonder how that would've worked out.  The evacuation didn't last long - and the service did actually proceed.

Back at the hospital...Peyton was admitted.  They set up her crib in a spot that would be easy to see from the nurse's station since no one was here with her.  Poor kid!!  When I eventually got up to her room, the resident and med student were in.  I saw the abscess area.  The incision has been packed and the area covered.  It was looking significantly better at that time.  They cultured the drainage.  Waiting for results.  It could be staph or MRSA.  They said it's mostly likely MRSA.

As of Sunday evening. the redness and inflammation was as bad as ever - worse even.  I'm writing this Sunday night, for posting Monday.  At this time, we're waiting on an ultrasound.  The doctor said it's possible there is another pocket of infection.  They're going to talk to peds surgery to have them come take a look.

For now, we're in the hospital (well, Peyton is admitted...I'm just with her!) and hopefully things will start improving soon!  We appreciate your love and prayers!

Luke 8:48

New Living Translation (NLT)
48 “Daughter,” he said to her, “your faith has made you well. Go in peace.”

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