Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Kid Rocked


Well, last night marked my first hospital experience with Inara.

After a rough day for her -- very little sleep, not much eating, coughing, runny nose, general misery -- her fever spiked dangerously high just after 9pm. Although I was lucky to get her seen pretty quickly, it shouldn't surprise anyone, least of all me, to learn that the sheer terror involved in having to hold your sick and crying child in place while doctors and nurses hover over her is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. This was made worse by the fact that she had just finally fallen asleep on my chest as I sat in a chair waiting for her to be examined.

It was a rough night for both of us that continued long after we left the hospital -- into the wee, small hours. She still looks undeniably pitiful this morning -- and I'm sure I don't look much better -- but hopefully she'll be feeling better soon.

Translation: It'll probably be very slow around here again today.

13 comments:

Tabitha said...

Awh :( I hope you both feel better soon. I went through the same thing with my 16 month old a couple of weeks ago. There's nothing more frightening than a baby with a 102 fever acting all dopey.

Jadine said...

Poor, sweet Inara (and Chez too). I hope you both feel much better soon.

Tania said...

I hope so, too!
Scary stuff, I know. I'm not a parent but I've seen relatives go though emergency room visits with their kids.
Get better soon, you two.

Jeremy S. said...

glad to hear she is alright...i can definitely symathize with you....my son had severe croup very often for the first 3 years and i can't tell you how many nights we spent in the emergency room...it is a very lonely helpless feeling and you make regular deals with god to please cure your baby...and then you get to relive it all when the fucking bills come in the mail 3-10 months later and you have to dispute wrong charges and figure out how the hell you are going to afford them all even though you have insurance that supposedly covers that crap...yup i feel you...thankfully now that he's 4, almost five he seems to have outgrown it finally...knock on wood...

Anonymous said...

h1n1??

Snath said...

This fall, my daughter had the flu and pneumonia at the same time as my son had croup. It was a lot of time spent in the hospital over a short period of time, and it was horrible. I definitely feel your pain.

My daughter had to be strapped into this velcro gurney-like thing so they could give her an I.V., which might have been the saddest thing I've had to do.

em said...

Hope you both feel better soon. I'm not a parent myself but I worked in a hospital for a few years and still can't figure out who has a harder time with hospital visits--the kids or the parents.

Anonymous said...

No matter how old they are, it is never easy seeing your child sick. Take care of yourself too, because they bounce back faster than we do and we are left lingering in our misery. Here's hoping that sweet Inara is feeling better.

Anonymous said...

Welcome to being a parent. If you are very lucky (and I hope you are !) this won't happen very often. Best wishes on a speedy recovery for all.

Ref said...

Welcome to the brotherhood, Babe. My daughter had the unfortunate habit of going into grand mal seizures when her fevers spiked. THAT was some scary shit. A couple of times, the med staff were more concerned about our reaction than they were by her (by then, broken) fever.

Best wishes for a relaxing holiday. We want to see pictures!

Anonymous said...

You two should go to sleep - and dream and rest and heal for the entire next week - and get up only when it's time to listen for reindeer hooves on the roof. HO!HO!HO!

kanye said...

That dual feeling of helplessness/uselessness you experience when your children get very sick. It rips your guts out.

Hope the both of you are feeling better.

French Anonymous said...

You can help her by reassuring her, by telling her that it's not too bad, that she'll get through it.

That's very soothing for a suffering child. This is how parents are useful - even when they can't do a damn thing about the illness itself.