Without getting too graphic about my child's GI issues, the summary is that overnight last night, she threw up after every feeding, in a projectile-ish fashion. This was really not the news I wanted when we arrived at the NICU this morning. She'd had a pretty dramatic throw-up event yesterday afternoon, after which she screamed hysterically until she finally conked out. When we arrived this morning, they had just taken an x-ray to look for possible reherniation (and whatever else an x-ray might reveal) which could be causing this sudden onset of vomiting. Good news=diaphragm is still intact. Praise God.
So this morning I was holding my peacefully sleeping baby girl when out of *nowhere* she starts throwing up. Again, in a borderline projectile fashion. It was really pitiful, and it made her really upset. Screaming, flailing...screaming. I finally got her cleaned up and calmed down again, when The Surgery Resident came walking up. (Apologies to any surgeons, future surgeons, and friends or relatives of surgeons in the crowd, but the surgery residents, as a rule, drive me nuts. Wait til your baby's in the hospital and you'll find out why.) She was nice enough and asked lots of questions about what's been going on with Bonnie, trying to determine, I guess, if this was a problem that might require surgical intervention. And/or to determine if it might be related to her previous hernia repair. After the questioning came, "Do you mind if I look at her belly?" Fine. So Bonnie got her belly poked and mashed, which woke her up and ticked her off. Not two minutes later, Surgery Resident #2 (who Jonathan refers to alternately as "Jethro" and "The Man in Black"...because he was wearing all black, not because he bears any resemblance to Johnny Cash) walks up. Again wants to poke her belly. *Fine*. Again with the screaming, ticked off baby. Strong consideration given to answering, "Do you mind if I examine her belly?" with, "I'd rather you not, thanks."
After all the throwing up, little gal was getting dehydrated and needed to have an IV started to get some fluids. There were also orders in place for an abdominal ultrasound to look for pyloric stenosis, and an upper GI to look for an obstruction. And oh yeah, on top of (or because of) the throwing up, there are drug weaning and withdrawal issues going on. If you throw up your morphine or ativan, you're going to experience withdrawal symptoms because your body didn't absorb the drug...which is going to make you throw up (because vomiting can be a sign of withdrawal), which is going to make the withdrawal worse. And on and on.
At this point in the day, I was on the verge of losing it. Watching my child scream in pain while there might be something very bad wrong with her was, frankly, terrible. (For comparison, it was also terrible and scary having her on ECMO, but at least then she didn't appear to be *suffering*.) To avert a nervous breakdown--because I'm not sure my insurance covers inpatient psychiatric care--Jonathan and I got the heck out of Dodge and went to lunch and ran some errands. By the time we got back a couple hours later, the clouds had parted and all was right with the world.
Bonnie was peacefully sleeping, receiving refreshing fluids through her shiny new IV. She had already had her abdominal ultrasound and upper GI, and preliminary results of those looked good. It's still pretty unclear why she suddenly started vomiting every single feeding, but at least it doesn't appear to be anything anatomical that would require surgical correction.
Please pray for Bonnie's belly troubles and that she can start tolerating her milk. They're going to try to resume her feeds tomorrow and see how she does.
Some pictures! First one is from a couple days ago, but it's here because she's so flippin cute.
|A couple days ago--hanging out with Momma.|
|Sleeping peacefully after this morning's ordeal. By the way, look at those cheeks!|
|IV in her sweet little hand.|
|Ye Olde IV Pump.|
Jonathan took Henry to the beach yesterday and they had a big ol' time:
|Surveying his kingdom.|
|Playing in the sand.|
|Tasting the ocean. Mmmm, sanitary.|
|Artsy shot with the three Henrys. Real Henry, Shadow Henry, and Reflection Henry.|