Mama said you'll have days like this...
it is not these days you dream about when you are 12 or 10 and playing with your friends and pretending and dreaming about becoming a mama.
you don't picture staying up all night with your sick girl, watching her cry and moan and say how bad things hurt.
these moments are milestones, cause you know your kids will never forget them. and it may not even be a specific memory of "when i was sick that one time in Germany..." but more the overall feeling of "when i was sick, my mama used to do this..." and so i have surges of mama compassion that burst from me and i want so bad to nurse my girls into health.
this week was one for the books.
Monday night at midnight Layla woke up saying her tummy hurt and she was crying and could not get comfortable, i took her to the bathroom to see if she needed to go. She slipped into bed with drew and i and fell asleep. I woke up at 3 am to her throwing up. in a stranger's house. we were on the 3rd floor, no bathroom's near. bathroom on the 1st floor.
we were leaving at 5:30 am to make it to the Munich airport by 7:30am...for a flight that left at 9:30. Layla vomited multiple times at our dreamy german farmhouse, in the car, and once as we pulled her through the airport on her trunkee. poor thing.
i was facing a dilemma- sick babe + long flight =sounds miserable. but with no fever and no other complaints, i thought we might just have to grit through this one. so we did. we boarded our 11 hour, 45 minute flight and hoped she would get through it.
she threw up just a couple times and then fell into a deep sleep. but when she woke up she was crying and crying about her stomach hurting. i was trying to take care of her as best as i could as i rocked and bounced baby Hope in my lap and felt her feverish body and prayed that she would not get much worse. luckily i had packed tylenol.
she seemed to just get more and more sensitive to her tummy and to the point where she could not walk to the bathroom, at this point i am struck with the idea- what if this is appendicitis???? ahhh! so we talk with the flight attendant and they page the airplane to see if there are any physicians on boards the flight...no luck.
so the captain places a call to the medic line and gets some medical advice and informs us that if she gets worse and it feels more and more critical that we will emergency land the plane in new york to let us off and they would continue on without us. wow.
Layla bear stayed pretty much the same for hours so we made it to Houston where medics met us and we were escorted off and met them in the boarding ramp. They assessed her and said she needed to go to the ER and she had to go by ambulance. So miraculously we were able to send Sophia on with my parents who had been on our same long flight and just have baby Hope, Layla, and of course drew and i ride in the ambulance.
Once in the ER, the very friendly staff kept commenting that all signs pointed to appendicitis and that we would probably have to take another ambulance to the pediatric hospital 25 miles further into Houston because this hospital did not operate on pediatrics. ouch. surgery in a big city where we know no one with our 3 month old. Drew and i had made a funny pair in the ER because we were jet lagging, sleep deprived, trying to think through details of babes and surgeries and foreign cities and hotels and taxis and it just felt like our brains were fritzing.
but after labs and a Cat scan they informed us that it looked more like a UTI and we could try and catch our later flight out of Houston to Tulsa- we were thrilled. the funny thing is we took a taxi back to the airport ( without car seats, what we were supposed to do?) and made it back to our original flight - our layover would have been long anyway, and instead of bumming around the airport, we just went to the ER.
Sweet baby took some naps in between the hubub
We were greeted with lavish love from gigi ,nanny and googy and settled into the comforts of America and Gigi's house. but Layla just did not seem to be getting any better. She was laying around, had no energy, her tummy kept hurting her, no appetite, and had a fever. So after 2 days we took her to an Urgent care and the Doctor immediately said " she needs to go straight to an ER"....
Earlier that day, drew and i had been to the dentist for what we thought would be just a normal dentist appointment, but drew ended up getting a root canal and the dentist recommended that i have some old silver fillings removed and placed new fillings on two of my teeth.
So here we are sitting in a wild ER waiting room with our treasure, our precious Layla girl, having had medical procedures ourselves that day. My sister, close friend Pearce and mother- in-law meet us at the waiting room and there begins a rotation of "who-sits-in-the-car-with-baby-hope". I had no milk pumped but did not want to bring her into the jungle of a waiting room.
We arrived at the ER at 9:30 pm, get a room at 12:20am and layla heads into surgery at 2:30...needless to say it was a long night. She was so brave and trying so hard to not cry and lose it. When they wheeled her off into surgery her bottom lip was quivering but she was holding back her tears.
She came out of surgery around 4am and we met her in the recovery room...she smiled brightly at us. We were overwhelmingly thankful that everything had gone smoothly and she was back recovering with us.
as we waited what seemed like forever to get her taken to her room, they let us bring baby hope and see her in the recovery room.
and of course lots of time with Hope...
Fia bia came up and saw her every day...
and on the 4th day we were released!!! who hoooo!
you don't picture staying up all night with your sick girl, watching her cry and moan and say how bad things hurt.
these moments are milestones, cause you know your kids will never forget them. and it may not even be a specific memory of "when i was sick that one time in Germany..." but more the overall feeling of "when i was sick, my mama used to do this..." and so i have surges of mama compassion that burst from me and i want so bad to nurse my girls into health.
this week was one for the books.
Monday night at midnight Layla woke up saying her tummy hurt and she was crying and could not get comfortable, i took her to the bathroom to see if she needed to go. She slipped into bed with drew and i and fell asleep. I woke up at 3 am to her throwing up. in a stranger's house. we were on the 3rd floor, no bathroom's near. bathroom on the 1st floor.
we were leaving at 5:30 am to make it to the Munich airport by 7:30am...for a flight that left at 9:30. Layla vomited multiple times at our dreamy german farmhouse, in the car, and once as we pulled her through the airport on her trunkee. poor thing.
i was facing a dilemma- sick babe + long flight =sounds miserable. but with no fever and no other complaints, i thought we might just have to grit through this one. so we did. we boarded our 11 hour, 45 minute flight and hoped she would get through it.
she threw up just a couple times and then fell into a deep sleep. but when she woke up she was crying and crying about her stomach hurting. i was trying to take care of her as best as i could as i rocked and bounced baby Hope in my lap and felt her feverish body and prayed that she would not get much worse. luckily i had packed tylenol.
she seemed to just get more and more sensitive to her tummy and to the point where she could not walk to the bathroom, at this point i am struck with the idea- what if this is appendicitis???? ahhh! so we talk with the flight attendant and they page the airplane to see if there are any physicians on boards the flight...no luck.
so the captain places a call to the medic line and gets some medical advice and informs us that if she gets worse and it feels more and more critical that we will emergency land the plane in new york to let us off and they would continue on without us. wow.
Layla bear stayed pretty much the same for hours so we made it to Houston where medics met us and we were escorted off and met them in the boarding ramp. They assessed her and said she needed to go to the ER and she had to go by ambulance. So miraculously we were able to send Sophia on with my parents who had been on our same long flight and just have baby Hope, Layla, and of course drew and i ride in the ambulance.
Once in the ER, the very friendly staff kept commenting that all signs pointed to appendicitis and that we would probably have to take another ambulance to the pediatric hospital 25 miles further into Houston because this hospital did not operate on pediatrics. ouch. surgery in a big city where we know no one with our 3 month old. Drew and i had made a funny pair in the ER because we were jet lagging, sleep deprived, trying to think through details of babes and surgeries and foreign cities and hotels and taxis and it just felt like our brains were fritzing.
but after labs and a Cat scan they informed us that it looked more like a UTI and we could try and catch our later flight out of Houston to Tulsa- we were thrilled. the funny thing is we took a taxi back to the airport ( without car seats, what we were supposed to do?) and made it back to our original flight - our layover would have been long anyway, and instead of bumming around the airport, we just went to the ER.
We were greeted with lavish love from gigi ,nanny and googy and settled into the comforts of America and Gigi's house. but Layla just did not seem to be getting any better. She was laying around, had no energy, her tummy kept hurting her, no appetite, and had a fever. So after 2 days we took her to an Urgent care and the Doctor immediately said " she needs to go straight to an ER"....
Earlier that day, drew and i had been to the dentist for what we thought would be just a normal dentist appointment, but drew ended up getting a root canal and the dentist recommended that i have some old silver fillings removed and placed new fillings on two of my teeth.
So here we are sitting in a wild ER waiting room with our treasure, our precious Layla girl, having had medical procedures ourselves that day. My sister, close friend Pearce and mother- in-law meet us at the waiting room and there begins a rotation of "who-sits-in-the-car-with-baby-hope". I had no milk pumped but did not want to bring her into the jungle of a waiting room.
She came out of surgery around 4am and we met her in the recovery room...she smiled brightly at us. We were overwhelmingly thankful that everything had gone smoothly and she was back recovering with us.
as we waited what seemed like forever to get her taken to her room, they let us bring baby hope and see her in the recovery room.
and that, my friends, is how our first 3 full days in America went. Escorted off a plane by medics, ambulance ride to ER, discharged and flight home. two sick days later and urgent care, another ER visit and surgery. So glad we are in the recovering phase and that there were not any more serious complications!
We were blessed to have these visitors:
and of course lots of time with Hope...
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