My poor baby!
Abigial has had a horrible time of it lately.
It started in April. The day before Easter she had a seizure. That was terrifying! We ended up taking a ride in the ambulance to Primary Children’s Hospital where we waited for hours to be told that it was because she had been crying hard and holding her breath. You know how babies do that when they cry really hard. Well, Isaac had bonked her on the head and she held her breath for way longer than I’d ever heard her do before and then she started seizing. The only they weren’t sure about was the fact that it lasted much longer than is to be expected in a case like this (around two minutes instead of the 30 seconds or so they usually see with a breath-holding episode) and the fact that she went into a very classic post-ictal state following the seizure which is also not common. We were told to just wait and see. If she had another seizure without a breath-holding episode then they would run tests. So far so good.
Next, she fell and hurt her cheek (as I mentioned in my last post). She cried when it first happened but after about 20 minutes she acted like it didn’t bother her at all. It looked awful for almost three weeks, though. The bruise has all but disappeared now, just a teeny-tiny pale bruise in the place where the actual impact happened.
Now, last night I was helping her up on the couch, holding onto her hands when I felt a click in her right arm and she immediately started to cry. She wailed any time I bumped or moved her arm and she wouldn’t use it. I was beside myself with worry (and guilt, I tell you) and we called a friend in the ward who is a nurse. He came over and looked at it and thought it looked like nursemaid’s elbow (a dislocated elbow). We took her right in to the after hours clinic where they tried to pop it back in. They did this maneuver a couple of times and the doctor felt a couple of small clicks but not the usual big click they feel when putting an elbow back in place. Abigail continued to act as if she couldn’t use her arm. They decided to do an x-ray. In the whole process she was freaking out anytime any of the staff even walked in the room, screaming bloody murder. My ears were actually ringing. Poor thing! She was exausted (by this time it was about 11pm) and in pain and scared of the doctor who hurt her (maneuvering her elbow). We got the elbow xrays and after one where I had to stretch her arm out, palm up. She suddenly stopped crying quite as much. I don’t know if that finally popped it back in or what but she started calming down a lot more. She was still tired and scared and I think it did still hurt but it wasn’t the same intensity. The xray’s all came back normal and they sent us home to watch it over night to see if it got better or if they need to refer me to a pediatric orthopedist. This morning she is using her hand some and is better but not completely. I’m guessing that it’s still sore for the whole ordeal so I’m going to watch it until tomorrow. If it hasn’t drastically improved by then I guess we’ll take it the next level.
So, there is the trauma of the poor sweet baby of mine. I feel like an absolutely horrible mother and wish that she could just get a break (not literally) for a while. Keep her in your prayers, please!
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Emily
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