So January third will forever be "what a day." Most people know the girls were staying up North at the new house this week. Grandma Bebe was in town helping dad with his new role, waking at two am and dealing with the kiddos in the evening. Then they would go to Pat's for daycare. That was the plan, mom to have a week all to herself relaxing/ cleaning the basement up. However on Wednesday night at 2:30 AM (so techinically Thursday), everything changed. I get a call, Mark is nervous. She has a sore on the back of her head that has just blown up, she is running a fever, and has no interest in sleeping...for the second night in a row. I cannot think because it's the middle of the night and I had to call my parents for a brainstorm. Pawpaw says, "we're on our way." Pawpaw and Grandma Bebe show up in Cincinnati at 6:30 in the morning. We get her a doctors appointment, thinking I will go to the office, have it drained and be back home. Primary care says, well I'd really like a surgeon to look at this, but their are no outpatient appointments today so head down to the emergency room I'll call ahead for you. We head to Children's ER. Sit through triage, get a room. Doctor down there says, "well because her size and the location I want her to talk with the ENT surgery team and operating room to see if they can add her on."
So ENT surgery team comes in, takes a culture and says well we have two options. We can start antibiotics IV and see what happens, or the better option is to go in clean it out and see what we are working with. Well obviously since it has gotten bigger since we arrived I voted for getting it cleaned out. Then he runs off on an emergency page. And we wait. And she's hungry and not too happy about it. And she's fussy. And she finally lays down for a nap and the doctor finally comes back. Says he's talked to the team. They want to take her into surgery today.
IV gets started which was of course traumatic for me, lol NOBODY hurts my BABY!! However, they got it on first stick. Then we waited. Operating room still had a spot at the end of the day, so we got in. Mind you not we are about 6 hours in at this point, have been in six different rooms and haven't ate since breakfast so we didn't upset her. I am delirious by now!!
Go to pre-op, meet the attending who by the way IS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He says two things can happen- 1 we go in and it's not too bad, we clean it out and pack it, you go home; 2 we go in, there's a lot of tunneling we clean it out, put in a drain and you're here until Sunday with IV antibiotics and the "rubberband" drain. My response, "Do whatever is best." One of my favorite parts during that conversation was when he said, "this is pretty routine," to which I immediately responded, "I love to hear you say that, but nothing is routine because this is my baby Parker ,take care of her." My dad and the doctor chuckled. I find out the OR nurses both have 10 month old kiddos so they "have a special place in their hearts." Then I find out the one has a five year old and three year old ALL GIRLS as well. Man, do I feel God's work and realize she is totally safe. These are the people He will have take great care of her and we will make her feel better.
Surgery goes perfect, however the drain was necessary. Get to PACU, she is of course sleepy and adorable. Next it's off to our final destination, the surgery floor. Keeping her in a crib has been challenging, but the doctor came in today and took her off the monitors and continuous IV fluids, now she just has to hook up to get her antibiotic four times daily. They have found it to be staph a and we wait until tomorrow to see if it's MRSA. Completely no rhyme or reason why a simple zit or pimple became agitated and then got staph, it just happens. Both the other two girls had something much less severe that just got drained with oral and topical antibiotics and did fine.
So far things look good, the staff is AMAZING and she is hanging in there. I am excited for Mark to get in so maybe I can leave this room. Isolation is for the birds?!?!
This is in the ER when she was still going along with everything, not to starved, not stabbed or squeezed, just usual Parker.
This is when she realizes she's not getting food and it's getting pretty annoyed with EVERYONE!
She doesn't take a pacifier so I improvised, this would be the bottle top but look closely, she's asleep...THANK GOODNESS!
Sweet baby. Waiting to go to OR.
PACU, she looked a little off, but was as always sweet as pie.
This morning her neck had gotten stiff and she definitely wasn't interested in sitting up. Some Tylenol and multiple attempts made it work.
My sweet, sweet girl.
Her crib looks so much like a cage and of course she slams into it all the time getting fussy because she never does it gently.
Playing peek-a-boo. She's learned to move with the hand in the IV just fine. Now playing with it, well that's a different story.
Since we're in isolation she cannot go to the play room but the staff got us a mat to lay and crawl/play on. That's helped a ton, but still she of course wants to go off and explore on the FILTHY floor, but we will survive :)
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