Daily Archives: September 11, 2012

ER

Last night we spent three hours in the ER.  It could have been much worse.  Counting my blessings.

Whenever I introduce a new food into Dirk’s diet I make sure it is at least four hours before bedtime so that if there is any sort of reaction, he will be awake and we will notice it. 

Yesterday he had an extreme allergic reaction.

It seems like a haze right now so bear with me as I try to recount the details.

During a massive “baby sale” at Target I picked up some new snacks to try.  Arrowroot Cookies are approved for babies that are 10 months and older- according to Gerber- and Dirk was 10 months old 8 days.  I try all food before he eats it- and thought the cookie tasted good.  So I gave him one and his eyes lit up.  He devoured it.  As he was eating he developed red splotches on his mouth- which look as if he had a reaction to our cat- so I didn’t think anything of it. Side note: Dirk is extremely allergic to our cat and we are looking for a good home for her because our Pediatrician says it is very unhealthy to keep him in the environment with her- even though we vacuum every night. So I am used to seeing those red marks on his body wherever hair touches him.  I wiped his  face and cleaned him up and we went back to playing with blocks and reading books.  Within a minute it looked as if he had extreme acne on his face and that I had tied a rope around his neck, ankles, waist, elbows, and wrists because there were “burn marks”.  Gabe had just got home so I yelled at him to go get 2mil of benedryl and a bottle.  By the time he got the benedryl- I shoved it down Dirk’s throat and went to give him a bottle to help “move” the cookie through his system. 

BUT

HE COULDN’T BREATH OUT OF HIS NOSE.

HIS TONGUE STARTED TO GET LARGE AND WAS THRUSTING OUT BETWEEN HIS TEETH.

AND BOOM.

I yelled to Gabe we are going to the hospital.  Grabbed the diaper bag, keys and flip flops and ran to the car. Sure we could have called 911.  Maybe we should have.  But I wanted to be around peditricians not just paramedics and firefighters.  Although I did make Gabe take a course to the hospital that went by two firefighter stations in case we needed to pull over.  I called my Mom and yelled at her to get on a computer- she wasn’t near one. So I hung up and called Rachel who found the closest hospital to us.  You see- we knew where the nice hospitals were- where the Children’s Hospital was- we just knew we didn’t have an hour to drive to one and we didn’t know where the closest one was in our state of pure panic.  And in case you were wondering we don’t have smart phones- never needed them.

Gabe drove a tad too fast.  Safe.  But fast.

We got there and he dropped Dirk and I off in front of the ER entrance and I ran in with my wheezing, coughing, tomato baby.  Note: You don’t mess with a mom whose baby’s airway is closing.  The shift-change was happening and there were A LOT of Dr’s and Nurses standing around- some staring at Dirk.  I may have given them the evil eye before marching up to them- standing two feet away- waiting precious seconds before I was even acknowledged.  We were rushed back where Dirk was given an oral steroid and we were told we were in for a long night.

You see we weren’t prepared.  We didn’t bring extra clothes, a blanket, toys… so here was our Baby Boy- attempting to take medicine- coughing it up like he was drowning because he couldn’t breath out of his nose and we felt like the worst parents in the world.  He was in his Scooby Doo shirt and Bum Genius Cloth diaper. 

So Gabe went home to grab clothes, food, blankets, toys…. and we were moved to a private room to see if he would respond to the medicine.  While we were there he got traumatically worse and the Doctor hovered around us as he tried to figure out what to do. 

Over an hour later.

He looked like a new baby.  

Gabe had just gotten back to the hospital and we were seeing our third doctor, and just like that folks Dirk began smiling.  He no longer had “rope-like” burns on his body, his entire torso was clear of the inflamed hives and welts that had been there moments later.  The third Doctor went to grab the other two to show how much better he was getting…. THANK GOD.

We were released forty-five minutes later.

The first doctor said that I saved his life with shoving the benedryl down his throat.  Perhaps it was because I looked like a distraught mom who felt like she almost lost her baby… that made me lose it.  I had held it together and at that moment I let out one, large sob.  To all those Doctor’s who say the right thing, at the right time- thank you, it really does matter to hear that you did what you were supposed to do.  And to all the parents out there… make sure you have liquid benedryl on hand.  You never know when you are going to need it.

ER

Last night we spent three hours in the ER.  It could have been much worse.  Counting my blessings.

Whenever I introduce a new food into D’s diet I make sure it is at least four hours before bedtime so that if there is any sort of reaction, he will be awake and we will notice it.

Yesterday he had an extreme allergic reaction.

It seems like a haze right now so bear with me as I try to recount the details.

During a massive “baby sale” at Target I picked up some new snacks to try.  Arrowroot Cookies are approved for babies that are 10 months and older- according to Gerber- and D was 10 months old 8 days.  I try all food before he eats it- and thought the cookie tasted good.  So I gave him one and his eyes lit up.  He devoured it.  As he was eating he developed red splotches on his mouth- which look as if he had a reaction to our cat- so I didn’t think anything of it. Side note: D is extremely allergic to our cat and we are looking for a good home for her because our Pediatrician says it is very unhealthy to keep him in the environment with her- even though we vacuum every night. So I am used to seeing those red marks on his body wherever hair touches him.  I wiped his  face and cleaned him up and we went back to playing with blocks and reading books.  Within a minute it looked as if he had extreme acne on his face and that I had tied a rope around his neck, ankles, waist, elbows, and wrists because there were “burn marks”.  G had just got home so I yelled at him to go get 2mil of benedryl and a bottle.  By the time he got the benedryl- I shoved it down D’s throat and went to give him a bottle to help “move” the cookie through his system. 

BUT

HE COULDN’T BREATH OUT OF HIS NOSE.

HIS TONGUE STARTED TO GET LARGE AND WAS THRUSTING OUT BETWEEN HIS TEETH.

AND BOOM.

I yelled to G we are going to the hospital.  Grabbed the diaper bag, keys and flip flops and ran to the car. Sure we could have called 911.  Maybe we should have.  But I wanted to be around peditricians not just paramedics and firefighters.  Although I did make G take a course to the hospital that went by two firefighter stations in case we needed to pull over.  I called my Mom and yelled at her to get on a computer- she wasn’t near one. So I hung up and called Rachel who found the closest hospital to us.  You see- we knew where the nice hospitals were- where the Children’s Hospital was- we just knew we didn’t have an hour to drive to one and we didn’t know where the closest one was in our state of pure panic.  And in case you were wondering we don’t have smart phones- never needed them.

G drove a tad too fast.  Safe.  But fast.

We got there and he dropped D and I off in front of the ER entrance and I ran in with my wheezing, coughing, tomato baby.  Note: You don’t mess with a mom whose baby’s airway is closing.  The shift-change was happening and there were A LOT of Dr’s and Nurses standing around- some staring at D.  I may have given them the evil eye before marching up to them- standing two feet away- waiting precious seconds before I was even acknowledged.  We were rushed back where D was given an oral steroid and we were told we were in for a longnight.

You see we weren’t prepared.  We didn’t bring extra clothes, a blanket, toys… so here was our Baby Boy- attempting to take medicine- coughing it up like he was drowning because he couldn’t breath out of his nose and we felt like the worst parents in the world.  He was in his Scooby Doo shirt and Bum Genius Cloth diaper.

So G went home to grab clothes, food, blankets, toys…. and we were moved to a private room to see if he would respond to the medicine.  While we were there he got traumatically worse and the Doctor hovered around us as he tried to figure out what to do.

Over an hour later.

He looked like a new baby.

G had just gotten back to the hospital and we were seeing our third doctor, and just like that folks D began smiling.  He no longer had “rope-like” burns on his body, his entire torso was clear of the inflamed hives and welts that had been there moments later.  The third Doctor went to grab the other two to show how much better he was getting…. THANK GOD.

We were released forty-five minutes later.

The first doctor said that I saved his life with shoving the benedryl down his throat.  Perhaps it was because I looked like a distraught mom who felt like she almost lost her baby… that made me lose it.  I had held it together and at that moment I let out one, large sob.  To all those Doctor’s who say the right thing, at the right time- thank you, it really does matter to hear that you did what you were supposed to do.  And to all the parents out there… make sure you have liquid benedryl on hand.  You never know when you are going to need it.