Dec 11, 2009
This morning I rushed my daughter Ea to the ER for the very first time. It was a sad and difficult but necessary choice to make. She was having fever since Sunday evening. The fever goes during the day and comes back at night. It must have been caused by something she had eaten that Sunday morning. During the first few days of her fever, I opted to just give her paracetamol and antihistamine thinking it was just an allergic reaction. Last Thursday when she was yet strong enough to go out, I took her to her Pediatrician. I wanted to be assured that she’ll be fine. Ea was not at her best behavior during the check up. What can we expect from a sick little girl. She was so matamlay that the doc advised me to have her admitted to the hospital for further observation. Ea is thin and has lost a lot of fluid the past days. I was skeptical because I hate needles and IVs myself. The thought of subjecting my own daughter to pain was mortifying enough for me. So I bargained and the doc allowed us to go home but Ea should be under close observation. The rule she gave me was that, if Ea does not take in more that 60 ml/cc of fluids that night, I should rush her to the emergency room right away. At home, she only had a few sips of about 20ml juice for dinner. Then she threw up just before bed time. Had another 10ml of milk before she dozed off to sleep and nothing else until morning.
I was still looking for reasons to keep her home but she did not show any signs of progress. After running a few searches over the Internet, I was left with no choice but to bring her to the hospital. I feared Ea would be more stressed out there but I didn’t want to take any more chances either.
When I knew it was time to have her dextrose on, I took her for a little walk down the hospital garden. We played with the plants and flowers for a bit. To be honest, that little moment by the garden turned out to be — for my own peace of mind. I was convincing myself that everything will be okay. I practiced a scene mentally and told myself to stay strong and not burst into tears because my daughter needs me to be strong for her. When we were both calm and I felt ready, I took her back to the ER. Jeedo was there but I guess fathers have much stronger stance on crazy moments like this. He was calm and assuring.
The ER scenario was not as bad as I thought. I was triumphant in holding back my tears, LOL. We had to wrap her with a blanket because she was screaming and moving furiously in pain. But after a couple of minutes, she was calm.
We still don’t have the lab test results. The doc hasn’t figured the real cause. I hope it will be okay. I left the hospital with her Papa and Lola looking after the little one. My little big boy Jethro is at home waiting. Here I am now, tinkering the keys at 4:00AM. I guess I should go back to bed and get some sleep. I need energy for another long day. Very long day.
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