I picked up Morgan from Grandma’s as usual today and she was
acting fine- even stood up on her own for a few seconds. As we were in the car headed home I heard her
whine like she was in pain and noticed she threw up a little bit on her
shirt. We got home and suddenly she was
VERY tired, eyes glossy and threw up some more. Of course its 5:30pm and doctor’s office is
closed so I can’t call but called pat to hurry home, my mom to pick up Max and
rushed around to throw stuff into a bag for Morgan knowing whenever we
head to Children’s Hospital we end up sleeping there.
As we were driving up to Children’s Morgan started vomiting more and was
crying like she was in pain and I knew we did the right thing. The extra 5 miles further away we live from the hospital now suddenly feels like a bad idea!
Children’s ER was extremely busy (found out
later the busiest they have ever been) so we had to wait for a nurse to see her
and then wait for a room to open up (I think this was rushed by the fact that
she was vomiting all over the front entrance and close to unconsciousness). It was slow moving but we got
her in and checked out, down for CT Scans and X rays and hooked her up to IV
for fluids. The ER doctor came back in
and said the radiologist and neurosurgeon on call looked at her scans and her ventricles
look fine – thank god! They were, however, concerned about a spot in her abdomen
that could potentially be a cyst at the end of her shunt tubing so wanted to
keep her overnight for monitoring and have her neurosurgeon review in the
morning. They admitted Morgan but didn’t
have rooms available in the PICU or elsewhere so we spent the evening in the
ER- wasn’t until 2am that they were able to get a crib in her room so most of
the evening I held Morgan and slept on the cot – needless to say it was a
restless evening. We also learned our
lesson not to give Morgan her blanky when she is throwing up because it was
covered of course and then we couldn’t give it back to her. Poor thing missing the
one thing that gives her comfort when she is being poked and prodded and sleeping
in a strange place so Dad had to go pick up the backup blanky and bring it back
up to her.
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