First of all, thank you to all of you who left advice for me. I will try it and let you know how it goes. I forgot to mention that I bring Charlotte to the chiropractor regularly because of a difficult pregnancy and delivery. After each session she sleeps about an hour. It seems to help her tummy calm down more than anything else.
Disclaimer: This next passage is not for the faint of heart!
This past week has been a little difficult for us. Charlotte had her last vaccine for a while (Thank the Lord. She is not having any more!!) and had 2 days of a very high fever and the runs, despite the Tylenol. I had called the doctor who said that it was normal, that I was just a paranoid parent and that things would get better. Then Friday night we had just gone to bed when we heard the most horrendous sound. It sounded like a spit up, but then kept going. And going. And going. As I raced to get my retching baby, Julien got the car keys. I didn’t realize that so much stuff could come out of such a little body. We raced her to Emergency, where we were told that because of the vaccine her immune system had taken a huge hit and that she had contracted gastro-enteritis. She was treated for dehydration and was put on medicine to stop the runs and vomiting. By Saturday night she was a bit better, though still running a slight fever and had the scoots.
That night we put her to bed in her little cradle beside us and she went right to sleep. Thinking all was on the mend, Julien and I went to sleep too. Then the **** hit the fan: I woke up at about 4am with some horrible rumblies in my tummy and made a mad dash for the bathroom, where I proceeded to be sick all over the floor. This continued for the rest of the night and all day the next. I even learned about a talent I never knew I had: changing very runny diapers with one hand while holding a bucket and puking with the other. Poor Julien did his best to help me with the baby, but he had also caught the bug and was out for the count. We really started to panic when I got so dehyrdrated that I couldn’t nurse Charlotte anymore, because it was Sunday and everything in France is closed on Sundays. In utter desperation Julien’s mum managed to find the only open pharmacy for miles and picked up some formula; only to realize that we didn’t have any bottled water to mix it with. Of course the pharmacy doesn’t sell it (that would be too easy), so Julien ran to the neighbour’s to borrow some. Julien’s mum was able to take over after that, so Julien and I were able to get some very much needed sleep. This story does have a good ending though: I don’t need to vacuum today because with all our crawling and dragging ourselves around on the floor, I think we picked up every dust ball and spec of dirt!
The problem we’re facing now is that Charlotte has contracted a very bad cold that has gone into her lungs. We brought her back to the doctor yesterday who confirmed that it’s turning into double pneumonia and she needed antibiotics stat and respiratory therapy to get all the stuff out of her lungs. If there is no improvement by Friday we have to bring her to the hospital. I’m not sure what will happen then; right now the goal is for the antibiotics to start working so that we won’t have to go down that road.
That’s it for now. Please keep little Charlotte in your prayers!
Disclaimer: This next passage is not for the faint of heart!
This past week has been a little difficult for us. Charlotte had her last vaccine for a while (Thank the Lord. She is not having any more!!) and had 2 days of a very high fever and the runs, despite the Tylenol. I had called the doctor who said that it was normal, that I was just a paranoid parent and that things would get better. Then Friday night we had just gone to bed when we heard the most horrendous sound. It sounded like a spit up, but then kept going. And going. And going. As I raced to get my retching baby, Julien got the car keys. I didn’t realize that so much stuff could come out of such a little body. We raced her to Emergency, where we were told that because of the vaccine her immune system had taken a huge hit and that she had contracted gastro-enteritis. She was treated for dehydration and was put on medicine to stop the runs and vomiting. By Saturday night she was a bit better, though still running a slight fever and had the scoots.
That night we put her to bed in her little cradle beside us and she went right to sleep. Thinking all was on the mend, Julien and I went to sleep too. Then the **** hit the fan: I woke up at about 4am with some horrible rumblies in my tummy and made a mad dash for the bathroom, where I proceeded to be sick all over the floor. This continued for the rest of the night and all day the next. I even learned about a talent I never knew I had: changing very runny diapers with one hand while holding a bucket and puking with the other. Poor Julien did his best to help me with the baby, but he had also caught the bug and was out for the count. We really started to panic when I got so dehyrdrated that I couldn’t nurse Charlotte anymore, because it was Sunday and everything in France is closed on Sundays. In utter desperation Julien’s mum managed to find the only open pharmacy for miles and picked up some formula; only to realize that we didn’t have any bottled water to mix it with. Of course the pharmacy doesn’t sell it (that would be too easy), so Julien ran to the neighbour’s to borrow some. Julien’s mum was able to take over after that, so Julien and I were able to get some very much needed sleep. This story does have a good ending though: I don’t need to vacuum today because with all our crawling and dragging ourselves around on the floor, I think we picked up every dust ball and spec of dirt!
The problem we’re facing now is that Charlotte has contracted a very bad cold that has gone into her lungs. We brought her back to the doctor yesterday who confirmed that it’s turning into double pneumonia and she needed antibiotics stat and respiratory therapy to get all the stuff out of her lungs. If there is no improvement by Friday we have to bring her to the hospital. I’m not sure what will happen then; right now the goal is for the antibiotics to start working so that we won’t have to go down that road.
That’s it for now. Please keep little Charlotte in your prayers!
2 comments:
Will do! All of you need healing!
oh becky, that just sounds AWFUL!! i'm reading your post with tears in my eyes picturing the same thing happening to my little one and i can't even imagine how worried you must be. i'm praying for charlotte right now...that the antibiotics will start working and that God will cover you and your husband with His perfect peace as you wait.
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