Monday, February 28, 2011

Hospitalized



On Friday Ashton took Sam to the doctor. Dr. Ralston is a great doctor. He checked Sam out and ordered some blood work and a viral panel. We went to the suction shack too and got Sam’s throat all cleaned out. We went home after that and shortly after got a call from Dr. Ralston, saying we needed to go to the emergency room because Sam’s potassium levels were dangerously low. Sam had thrown up too much and we weren’t able to replenish his potassium by g-tube, so he needed IV fluids.

It was already 7:00 at night when Dr. Ralston called, so it promised to be a long night. We went to the emergency room and it was packed. There were so many babies there, and I’d bet most of them had RSV. It took an hour and a half before we got a room. The whole time we were waiting Sam was moaning/crying because he wanted water. We couldn’t give it to him though because he would just throw it up, as he displayed in the ER waiting room. Once we got back to our room we put on Fantastic Mr. Fox for Sam on my laptop, which distracted him a little from his thirst, and waited to be seen.

Just our luck, we got a nurse practitioner. As soon as the words came out of her mouth I wanted to roll my eyes and throw my hands up in the air. She came in to take a medical history, and she actually told me to stop and slow down. We tried to help her understand the situation, but she didn’t seem to be figuring it out, until her supervising physician, Dr. Nelson, came in. He knew who we were because Dr. Ralston had called ahead, so he was able to expedite things. We needed an IV put in and blood work to establish the potassium baseline.

A nurse and tech came in to put in the IV. The tech was named Hailey Robinson, and apparently she pseudo-dated Seth freshman year. She tortured Sam trying to get the IV in, and he didn’t give much blood because he was so dehydrated. His potassium levels came back higher than earlier in the day, which should’ve been a comfort, but we knew it was probably because they had to really wring the blood out of Sam’s hand. Hemolysis will give you a false potassium spike. The NP didn’t seem too concerned. She did have one good idea though: pebbled ice.

Pebbled ice is Sam’s new favorite thing. He just sat there sucking on it, reaching for more like it was a bucket of popcorn. It definitely helped with the thirst issues without making him throw up again. They finally got the IV started too, which also helped get him rehydrated.

Around 10:00 ish we asked the nurse what the results for the viral panel were. She looked at us all confused and said, “Did we order a viral panel?” We’d already told her he’d been tested for RSV earlier that day, but we were still waiting on the results. We told her again and she pulled up the results: he tested positive for RSV. I asked her if we could check his oxygen sats. She asked what they were when we came in. I informed her that no one ever checked them. She seemed surprised. Hailey the tech came back in to check Sam’s oxygen. It was 94%. I asked Hailey if we could keep the pulse oximeter on, just in case. She said that was fine.

It took Sam forever to fall asleep. He just moaned and moaned, crying out for water, which for some reason he’s been calling “Mama.” I think he’s got it confused with wa-wa (which he sometimes says). I sat by his bed most of the night putting ice cubes in his mouth until he finally fell asleep around 11:30.

At this time his oxygen sats dropped to about 85. The machine started beeping as soon as he dropped below 90, and I was very glad I asked to keep the pulse oximeter on. Eventually a nurse came in to put a cannula on Sam to give him oxygen. He was so tired he didn’t even notice. His oxygen shot up to 97 pretty fast. The nurse informed us that we’d have to be admitted since he required oxygen, but at the moment there weren’t any free rooms available. We’d have to wait some more.

We couldn’t really sleep, but I tried many positions in my chair in an attempt to. Finally a room opened up, and a senior resident came in to get the basic story so Sam could be admitted to the hospital. He was kind of flamboyant, but a very sharp doc. He actually picked up on Sam’s heart murmur, which always impresses me (only two other docs have noticed). He told us a younger resident would be coming in later to get the full story.

Around 2:30 the second resident came in, and he flipped on the lights. Right off the bat I was annoyed. I covered Sam up with a blanket so we wouldn’t wake up with the bright lights. The resident was probably nervous and definitely newer. He had spent a long time going over Sam’s past medical history, and he wanted to know everything. He would be in charge of writing up the nursing orders for Sam, so he had to know every detail, even when it probably really wasn’t necessary. Then he had to do a physical exam on Sam, which really ticked Sam off. He spent forever trying to look in Sam’s mouth, but Sam wouldn’t let him. Sam just cried and cried and finally we were like, “Dude, I don’t think it’s going to happen.” The resident finally left and Sam went back to bed.

At 4:00 a.m. we were admitted to a proper room. Actually it wasn’t that proper. It was a treatment room that they jury-rigged for us. It felt like a closet. No bathroom and no windows. Just a cage crib and the pull out chair bed thing for one parent. We got Sam all situated and finally got to go to bed. We shared the pull out bed, which was pretty impressive. I bet most couples can’t do that. It did require some good quality spooning, but we were so exhausted that we didn’t care.

We only got to sleep for about an hour before people started coming in to do meds and checks and all that crap. I woke up very cranky because I hadn’t got any sleep, and I didn’t have much patience for anyone. Sam threw up a bunch too, and I nearly lost it.

We had to wait in that closet room for several hours before the attending physician came. Luckily that attending was Dr. Ralston. It’s a very uncommon thing to have your doctor see you at the hospital these days. Dr. Ralston wanted Sam to stay another night so they could monitor his oxygen and make sure his electrolytes stabilized. Dr. Ralston was the first person to come in that didn’t make Sam start crying immediately. Sam really likes him, and so do I. I was in a much better mood after that.

I went home to shower and get new supplies. When I got back Ashton informed me we were moving to a real room down the hall. That was awesome. Sam slept most of the day and did much better on the throwing up. We still had to feed him ice chips mostly or pedialyte by bottle. My family came and visited too, which Sam really enjoyed. He smiled and laughed a lot when they were there, but he looked so miserable still with his nasal cannula and all those wires and tubes. He’d lost his voice from crying so much too.

We stayed the night again, and Sam slept the whole night without oxygen. We had to share the pull-out chair bed again, which wasn’t as good as the previous night because it was for much longer than an hour. Sam’s oxygen sats stayed above 88 the whole night, so the next day someone from the “team” came by and said we’d most likely get to go home. We had to have his blood drawn again for electrolytes, and we suctioned him out a couple times, and we had to wait to talk to Dr. Ralson again (as soon as he came in Sam pointed at him and smiled) and then we got to come home.

Sam was so happy to be home. We gave him a bath and he was really hyper for a while, and we were finally able to get him to go to sleep. We all took a long nap during the day. We’re just really happy and grateful Sam’s doing so much better. He's basically back to his old mischievous self again.

6 comments:

  1. So thankful Samuel is doing so much better. Broke my heart to see him in that hospital bed again.

    I think you two are the only couple who could have even tried sleeping on that pull out chair-bed together...pretty impressive even for you two skinny little bums. Some day Sambo will understand how truly dedicated you are to him.

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  2. Aww-w-w Sam. I want to HUG him!!!

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  3. Okay, that video makes me want to cry.

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  4. I pray every night for Sam, I even say his name, hoping and praying for the best. I am so glad you have a good doctor. Makes me crazy about the resident flipping on the light! argh. He must be very young.
    I am glad they were able to send him home a bit healthier and pray his health will remain good. I pray for the two of you as well, to have strength and endurance. It can't be easy to watch your son with such problems. GLAD you "thought" to have the oxygen monitor left on-what a good call that was! I ache for you all and think of you very often!

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  5. Ashton (and husband and of course Sam) my heart goes out to you. Not only because your little boy has to endure all of this but because hospitals and sometimes their staff just don't see a child the way a parent does. It seems like they don't understand that little Sam is going through so much already and he doesn't need them being careless or putting him through unnecessary things while forgetting those things that actually are vital. I pray that you get good medical help and that Sam can have as much peace as possible. It must be really difficult to go through and I will pray for you guys and especially your Sam.

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