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December 20, 2012

One #chest #xray later. Waiting

Waiting patiently after the chest x-ray

So, our little dot has pneumonia.  And an ear infection.  I can’t remember if it’s viral or bacterial, but does it really matter?  It;s still pneumonia.  I’m not sure if I was hoping it was RSV or this…  I’m not sure which is better and which is worse.  The doctors told us that she’d be prone to respiratory illnesses, thanks to her bout with the the croup on her first Halloween.

The RSV test wasn’t fun…  Well, getting the culture wasn’t fun.  Ashlin had no idea, nor did I, about what they were going to do with the long and skinny q-tip.  She was such a good girl, calming down quickly after they swabbed her nose.  It actually took her longer to calm down after being weighed than being swabbed.  For some reason, today, the scale, and stepping on it, really upset her.  Maybe her gaining almost a pound and a half in two months is making her nervous?

The test turned out negative, so we were sent downstairs for a chest x-ray.  She looked so tiny sitting on the table, waiting for the techs to get the film ready.  They had me hold her still while they took the pictures, one face on, one sideways, of her lungs.  We were in and out quickly, and then back upstairs to wait for the results.

Waiting back in the doctor’s office, Ashlin decided to sit pretty, then read Glamour.  Before the x-ray, she was sleepy and cranky.  Somehow, she got a second wind.  She was walking around the lobby, pointing to the fish, calling to them.  Pointing to the train set, the blocks, the tree.  Back in the exam room, waiting for the doctor, I fed her some fruit chews.  Between each one, she’d ask for more please, then thank me for giving her another one.  The doctor came in during this and was amused, tickled with how personable she was being.  But she also noticed how much Ashlin seemed to be working to breathe, although she had heard the lung crackle, she hadn’t noticed the more labored breath.

Anyway, we’re on antibiotics, Azithromycin and not amoxicillin, I almost made a huge mistake and let the doctor prescribe amoxicillin.  I can’t believe I didn’t remember that she had a huge allergic reaction to the amoxicillin.  Thank goodness the doctor caught herself.  We had even joked about it as she came in the first time.

Fingers crossed that the antibiotics work.  If she’s not better by Saturday, we have to move on to a more aggressive treatment.  It would be nice if this one was easy, and not complicated.  Can we have an easy button now, please?


December 19, 2012

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My poor sick baby.  She’s doing much better today than yesterday, but she’s still not herself.  Yesterday, she was sent home from day care with a 102ºF temp.  The temperature broke sometime last night, before 5am, when she woke up for the day.  Well, at least the first time she woke up for the day.

sick baby on the swings

sick baby on the swings

Stu stayed home with her, I had to go into work.  Her first nap was as I left at 7:30. When she got up, Stu said she was “contrary,” just wanting to lie on the couch with the stuffed elephant, that’s become her best friend, and a blanket.  No milk, no oranges, no toast, no water.  Every question was answered with a “no.”  The two of them spent most of the day watching “Signing Time” and “Timmy Time” and “Yo Gabba Gabba”.  She had some juice – full strength! – in the evening, but was not really in the mood to eat.  Better, but not herself.

Hopefully, the happy little girl will be back tomorrow.  It’s no fun having a sick baby.


June 21, 2012 ~ fever


She still has a fever. Sleepy girl.


June 20, 2012


Look who caught whatever her sister had! Ash got sent home today with a fever. Her caregiver said that she didn’t want to eat, very rare for her.

She napped, and then ate a little, played, all a bit subdued. Not her normal exuberant self. Her temp never really got over 101, but that’s enough to be sent home.

We’ll rest up tomorrow, and she should be better by the picnic at day care in the afternoon. I can’t wait to give her a slice of watermelon!


April 29, 2012


Done! Well, I need to mulch still, but Stu wasn’t feeling well enough to get the mulch for me today. Looks like he’s caught what Ashlin had yesterday.

Hope we didn’t contaminate anyone yesterday!

Ashlin is still only shuffling for me. No true walking from her that I’ve seen. Her sister walked at just shy of 13 months. Ashlin is 13 months today.

Not that it’s a competition, but it is a measure.


PS.  Teagan did help pick out the pink and blue cotton candy pansies, and she helped dig holes for them too!

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February 14, 2012 ~ IV Story

No Tears :(

I need to write about Sunday night.  About being in the ER and Ashlin getting the IV.  At least some of it.  After I get it out, I can go back to happy posts, posts about dancing sticks and hair-clip boards and footprint art and cruising and talking.

Stu and I had been keeping an eye on Ashlin all day Sunday.  After being in the ER for dehydration, we were very aware of each and every not-wet diaper, of how she was drying out.  She didn’t want to drink anything, not water, not the pedialyte.  She wasn’t nursing well.  Somehow, saltines were all she wanted.  We kept trying to get her to drink, kept using a syringe to get some fluid into her, against her will.  Force-feeding her pedialyte was not fun.

By 3:30, about 20 hours after the last half-hearted visit by the “tinkle fairy,” we were pretty sure that we were going to need to go back to the ER.  Again.  That she was getting too dehydrated.  Again.  Called the on-call doctor, who was the same one we dealt with Saturday.  It was nice having a bit of continuity.  She confirmed that we did have to go back.  She also said that we really needed to give her the IV fluids, that the “topping off” would give her a chance to maintain a normal fluid level instead of fighting what seemed to be an uphill battle of regaining moisture.

Trying to levitate Sophie

Great.  An IV.  I was really hoping we wouldn’t need to, but wanted to do the right think for my baby.

So, this time we were a bit calmer about heading out, or at least I was.  Stu suggested picking up drive-through, as the night before I got to dine on stale peanut butter crackers and saltines.  We swapped out the toys in the diaper bag, put her in a romper not footie pj’s.

Just like we did on Saturday night, Stu stayed home with Teagan, I took Ashlin.  As I was driving down to the ER, I kept wishing I could have Stu there, that he could help.  I wondered if friends in town would have taken her for the night, or if we could have gotten a sitter at the last minute.  I really didn’t want to be there alone with Ashlin when they gave her the IV.  I wasn’t scared that she’d be upset with me, but I wanted someone to support me as I was supporting her.  Oh, well.  We did what we had to do.

Everyone was wonderful as we went through triage and waited and then were brought back to a room.  The residents, doctors, head nurse were friendly and concerned.  They asked me to try to get as much pedialyte into her before the attending finally did take us seriously.  They did try to talk us out of doing the IV, as Ashlin was her usual charming self, and I so wanted to be talked out of it. But I also didn’t want to be back the next night with a baby that couldn’t make tears when she cried.  They respected that.  I also knew that our pediatrician had called in instructions to do the IV, and would reiterate that if needed.

After a few hours, it was finally time for the IV.  A Child Life person came in to talk to me about the procedure and to help distract Ashlin.  Two nurses came in to place the IV, one ended up helping to hold Ashlin down, as my baby fought the one nurse.  The Child Life tech and I also had to help hold her down.  She cried.  She flailed.  She tried to get away.  She cried.  There were no tears.  My heart broke.

Not even two minutes after getting the IV placed, she was sitting up and playing.  It helped that the CL tech brought a stacking ring toy, one that she loves that we don’t have at home.  She was smiling.  She got to play for a little bit, but then I swaddled her up, as it was almost 9:00 and she was wide awake.  And curious.  Eventually, she fell asleep.  The main nurse turned the lights down and set the IV machine, only needing to uncover Ashlin’s hand, as I swaddled her with that hand accessible.  Ashlin barely noticed, she was so tired by then.

I’m not sure why, but I ended up adjusting her blanket, or adjusting a foot, or something and noticed that she was wet.  Very wet.  At first I thought maybe she had peed her diaper so much it exploded.  Then I realized that it had to be from the IV.  There wasn’t any way Ashlin would have had that much pee in her that quickly.  It’s not like she crossed her legs for a day to hold it in.  I called the nurse, and they came to fix it, something was loose, the IV hadn’t come out.  They changed the bed and gave me new blankets.  I didn’t have anything but a short sleeved onsie in the diaper bag, so left her in the slightly damp romper.  Reswaddle.  Rock to sleep.

Sleeping Beauty

After she got the initial round of fluid, the attending came back in to talk to me and to see how Ashlin was reacting.  Ashlin was a charming and sweet baby, alert and playful, even after being woken up.  The attending mentioned that they gave her about 300ml of fluid, and that sometimes they give a bit more, but don’t do too much, as sometimes it interferes with the babies lungs and breathing.  I asked if it would be possible to give her just a little more, to ensure that Ashlin was well re-hydrated, but not too much as I didn’t want to get close to potentially harming her lungs.

I really didn’t want to spend a third night with my baby in the ER.  Even the Pediatric ER.

They gave her another 100ml.

We were discharged.  A nurse came to take out the catheter.  Ashlin gave a little whimper and almost cried, but got over it pretty quickly and smiled at the nurse.  We got home somewhere between 10 or 10:30, got her settled in bed, and then watched the end of the Grammy’s.  I had been able to see a bit of the show between rocking, IV’s and vital checks.

When she woke up in the morning, Ashlin’s diaper was soaked.  Full. Of. Pee. Yay!  Pee!!  Awesome.

We still had to make sure she drank, but some of the fear, some of the urgency, was gone.  Not all of it, mind you, but some.

She did pretty well.  My brave baby.


February 12, 2012 ~ IVs


Singing for the nurses


Brand new IV


All taped up


Still playing, even with the IV


Sleeping While Tanking Up


February 12, 2012

Waiting in triage to be brought back. Will be getting IV fluids soon. Hopefully that will top her up and she’ll be ok.



February 11, 2012


Poor baby, swaddled up at the hospital. Sleeping for a little bit before she was poked and prodded. Again.

We were sent by the on-call doctor because she got very very dehydrated. And puked a lot.  And was listless.

She was crying and didn’t have enough moisture to make tears. Heartbreaking.

We tried to make her drink. But she still got dehydrated.

We were admitted, they debated on if she had fifths disease too, or if that was the cause. I was yelling inside, that it wasn’t fifths.

Ashlin ended up perking up and tried to make friends with kids in the waiting room and in the hallway.

As we were released, to continue what we’ve been doing, the discharge nurse told me that Ashlin was the most adorable kid that was in the ER tonight. I’m sure she says that to everyone.

We’re home. She’s sleeping. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.



February 10, 2012

Do I look sick to you?

Today’s episode in Ashlin’s ongoing saga of disease and pestilence is brought to you by dehydration.  As the on-call doctor suggested last night, I called first thing and got her an appointment.  By the time we got there at 11:00, she had only had one wet diaper, her morning diaper.  She also had been very fussy in the morning.

So, she’s lost at least two-thirds of a pound in a week.  Her earsdrums are still red, but not bulging.  The doctor didn’t want to prescribe another round of antibiotics – omnicef – as Ashlin already has diaper issues thanks to the amoxicillian and then the zithromycin.  Not sure if her tummy issue, she hasn’t puked since yesterday, is from them too.

So, we were told to push pedialyte and breastmilk.  To even use a syringe to get more fluid into her.  The doctor initially wanted at least one wet diaper by 3pm.  We didn’t have a wet diaper by 3pm.  She did wet one, sort of, by 4pm.  Doctor wasn’t totally happy, but as Ashlin is mostly herself, we should wait and see tomorrow.  If she starts acting odd over night, we were to call the on-call doctor.

So, to start a third paragraph the same way, we are waiting to see how she does.  She had a barely wet diaper, one not worth changing around 5pm, and a dry diaper at bed time.  She nursed a bit, and then fell asleep pretty easily.  She’s been a bit restless, but not bad.

I just want my normally happy girl to be better.