About 48 hours ago Emma started throwing up. I really thought it was a virus because she had spent the night at a friend’s house and was over tired, it came on very suddenly, and the little boy down the street had just gotten over the stomach flu. But as the day wore on, and she threw up ever hour and half, a clear frothy liquid…. We got more and more worried. There is absolutely no worse feeling in the world then the helpless feeling of watching your child suffer.

So around 4pm yesterday, we gave 1 tablespoon of water. When she threw that up, John and I decided she better go to the ER. This all seemed sort of familiar. She complained of pain in the lower right quadrant, seemed worse with “rebound”pressure, temp was 101. She did have diarrhea, which still lead me to believe virus versus appendix… but at this point I figured her getting some fluids, pain killers and a professional opinion couldn’t hurt.

Since I have done the last 8 trips to the ER, John volunteered to go. What a trooper. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.

He gets there and the doctor examines her and says he’s 95% sure it’s her appendix. John and I start consulting on how this is going to work. Who will stay with her, who will stay home with the kids. How we’ll coordinate taking off of work. Who we can get to help watch the kids. What about her surgery on Thursday? If she’s going under, let’s get an orthopedic consult and get the pins taken out at the same time. John doesn’t want to talk to the doctor about that right now. My nonconfrontational husband doesn’t want to “question” anyone in authority about the possibility of adding something. I get frustrated. Mental note: Now I remember why I am the one who goes to the ER with the kids.

Doctor orders an ultrasound. Inconclusive. 11pm. Orders a CAT scan. Emma must drink stuff. Her stomach hurts. So they turn up the antipuke meds. Has to drink it. Has to wait an hour for it to flow through her system. Doesn’t puke it up. This is a great sign!

1am. Do the CAT scan.
1:30 Wait for the CAT scan to be read.
2 am. Doesn’t look like appendicitis. But they aren’t sure. They want her to come back for another CAT scan if she continues to puke.
2:15 They think it might be mesenteric adenitis. One of those diagnosis that has no pill or surgical cure… it’s simply a wait and see kind of thing. Amazingly, wait and see seems much more appealing then the quick fix alternative.
2:40 Leave Hospital. Mom goes to bed.
3:00am They get home and go to bed.

Emma is still sleeping now. I don’t want to wake her while she’s comfortable. The pain was bad enough that she couldn’t sleep well before and every time she fell asleep, she would awaken puking. Things are quiet, so I’m going to wait and see how she does.

Daddy went to work and will probably come home around noon to nap. I’m expecting I will crash this afternoon. Currently I’m just riding that mommy adrenaline high that you experience when your child is sick and you don’t yet have the comfort of knowing “everything is going to be ok”.

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