Quarantine

'Tis the season for family trips, right? Well, our trips don't seem to have room service or bright sun shining beaches, that's because our trips consist of going to the hospital, the doctor's office, and back home again. Yep, you got it, we are a sick family. Thursday night around 7, Roxey's bedtime feeding, she threw up her cereal. Then at 10, when I just attempted to give her a "dream feed" she threw up all over me. Sweet Jordan decided to sleep in her room to listen in on her better; therefore, he heard her throw up yet again not too long after that. We then moved her to our room where she threw up again, so Jordan decided to give her a blessing. During the blessing I realized it had been since 4 p.m. that she had truly kept something down and now it was 2:30 a.m. I also remembered that an infant's soft spot becomes sunken in when they are dehydrated. So I felt Roxey's and sure enough it was sunken in, so we decided it was time to go to the ER.

There they were able to draw her blood, take a urine sample, and put in an IV. All of which we could not have done at home, so I am glad we in our sleep deprived state decided to go to the hospital. While there I was able to hold Roxey the entire time the fluids were going into her. She is "Little Miss Independent" and doesn't let me rock her anymore, so it felt nice to hold her in my arms. The tests came back indicating that she has a bladder infection. This made me feel horrible because the most likely cause is that feces got up in there. I change her diaper so promptly when I know she has a dirty diaper and I thought I was always very thorough.

After a day of forcing medicine into her at home and filling her up on Pedialyte, we took her in to see a pediatrician for a follow up. Fortunately ours was not available, so we had to see different one. When going over the cause, I felt prompted to mention that we have been battling her constipation for well over two months now (I left out the fact that our other pediatrician just blows us off anytime I mention it as a grave concern). Once this was said, she mentioned that the hard stool could have obstructed her urinary tract, thus causing the infection. We still have to have more testing done to see if her plumbing is all set up right, but for the time being, Roxey is back to her own self. However, due to going to the ER and the doctor's office, I was the lucky one to pick up a bug. You got it, as if it weren't bad enough dealing with my daughter's throw up and now diarrhea due to her medications, now I'm the one throwing up.

It was funny that Friday when Roxey was recuperating, I kept thinking what do you let an infant do when they are sick. I did with her what I would want to do and allowed her to veg out. She stayed in her pajamas and I let her watch some Signing Time, which ironically had a segment on being hurt, Roxey could relate. The next day, Jordan and I wanted to get out of the house and also reward Roxey for being such a trooper, so we headed to the nearest snow cone shack. If you are a snow cone lover, then you need to come our way. We both got the smallest size and yet they were ginormous! Jordan got a cup with just the ice to feed to Roxey. She wasn't too sure about it, so to spoil her even further, we gave her her first sippy cup.

It was truly hard to see her go through this, but it made me very grateful for modern medicine, our insurance, and more importantly, the power of the priesthood.