On Sunday, November 5, Matt was again working and we were back to the doctor with a horrible ear infection for Maggie. Given additional antibiotics and drops. To note: yes, her tubes are still in place. Maggie was done with antibiotics that following Saturday.
The evening of Monday, November 13, Maggie wasn't herself. Just lethargic and low grade fever. Luckily, the following day would be spent with Nana, so extra cuddles should do the trick I thought. Matt left that Tuesday for what was supposed to be a week long trip to South Carolina for a basketball tournament. He left and that night we were in After Hours Care as something wasn't right with Maggie. She didn't have a fever, but just again wasn't herself. My mom said she spent the entire day just laying around, no life to her. The doctor said she clearly looked like she wasn't feeling good, but wasn't running a fever, ears and throat looked fine. He said if she gets a fever above 103, bring her back.
Wednesday, November 15 was the start of a nightmare. I received a text from Amanda that while Maggie was fine most of the morning, she quickly got 104 temperature and all of a sudden wouldn't stop crying. I got to pick her up at 12:30 and called the doctor where we were able to get in with Dr. Smith at 1:50. The hour between picking her up and going to the doctor was spent rocking her and trying to get her temp down with Tylenol. She was on fire.
We get to the doctor and while getting checked out, her temperature is 104.5 and he orders nose swab to check for the flu (negative), chest x-ray and labs. He said she looks sick. We go to get x-rays where we FaceTimed with aunt Alaina in the waiting room before the labs. Trying to get her to sit for the x-ray was rough because she was exhausted and just limp. I carried her to do labs where it all went down hill. She gave the urine sample and cried that she wanted to walk, so I let her. She just collapsed out of exhaustion and was crying. I picked her up to sit in the chair for her blood draw. We had the sweetest lab tech that I will never forget. Maggie grew more limp and just fell back on me. I said "something isn't right." The lab tech agreed and suggested we go back to the Peds room and do the blood draw from there.
It was when I laid Maggie on the table that she became unresponsive. I kept saying "this isn't right, something is wrong" all while trying to get Maggie's attention. Her eyes were rolling, eyes closed and body limp. The lab tech yelled for help when three doctors (Smith, Hartwigsen and Paschen) ran in with nurses and told me to step out. Maggie was having a seizure. I lost it. Matt was in South Carolina and I called him. I had no idea what was going on, but I was scared and needed him to know something wasn't right. When I hung up the phone with him, I could hear a doctor say "alright, it's been five minutes" all while everyone is yelling her name, ordering medicine, getting ice packs and taking her clothes off. During all of this, that sweet lab tech is standing there with me rubbing my back as I cry and call Matt. Gosh that lady was a saint to me at that moment. It was then I needed someone and immediately called my mom. By the time my mom got there, Maggie had been seizing in the room for over 20 minutes (they believe the start of the seizure started when we sat down for the blood draw) and we were told she needs to get to the ER immediately. I was put in a room next to Maggie while our family pediatrician, Dr. Patten, came and checked on Maggie and talked me through everything. A stretcher came and Maggie was wheeled over to the ER at Mary Greely Hospital while still seizing.
We get to the ER and the team got her first seizure to end after 30 minutes. The time in the ER was a blur to me between answering questions, asking of family history, calling Matt and trying to wrap my head around watching my daughter lay there non-responsive. At that time, they had given her the most they could of a particular seizure medicine and were manually pumping oxygen all while they have her hooked up to IVs. The ER doctor told me we needed to get to Blank Children's Hospital in Des Moines and he ordered an ambulance and team to get to Ames ASAP to transport Maggie. It was after he made the call that Maggie's left side started twitching and the start of a second seizure was happening. They started a new seizure medication and because it would slow down her breathing, they needed to intubate her. To see your lifeless child laying with a breathing tube is truly terrifying and gut wrenching.
My mom and Alaina went to our house to get me clothes while I followed the ambulance to Blank's. By this time, it is 5:30 p.m. and Matt has been told by work that they are working on getting him a flight back to Iowa first thing the next day. We get to Blank (Maggie before me as they went much faster with sirens) and I got to her room in the PICU as she was being hooked up to all new machines, new blood draws and getting the new team up to speed. In fact, they had already done a CT scan and an x-ray on her lungs by the time I got to her room. CT scan was to see if seizures were brought on by anything other than fever and the x-ray showed some fluid in/around her lungs. My mom and Alaina got there shortly after to sit with me and thankfully brought me something to eat.
We had a team of nurses and/or doctors in our room every 30 minutes all through the night to check stats, administer new meds, etc. Even though Maggie was under heavy sedation and super drugged up, they had to tie her arms to the bed as when she got agitated from the nurses checking stats or doing blood draws, she would try and pull her breathing tube out. Oh and those blood draws....AWFUL! They did them every 10 hours and no lie, it took four nurses to pin her down for 30-45 minutes every single time. She was dehydrated and has horrible veins like her mama. Finally on the last day of the hospital, the doctor said enough and made the labs make due with what they got for her blood draw. Poor girl came home heavily bruised from her feet/ankles to her arms and hands.
It was around 7:00 a.m. on Thursday that she started slowly coming out of sedation. I had the nurses, doctor and a Child Life Specialist all warn me what the next several hours would be like, but I had no idea it would be as bad as it was. If your child has ever come out of sedation from tubes or tonsils coming out, imagine that time 1,000 and lasting 10 hours straight. It was horrible. Imagine an angry, drunk toddler. She threw up, her body was limp and uncontrollable, she was hallucinating that there were spiders all around her and on the walls so she tried running (while falling) in her crib and climbing out. We would touch her and she thought it was a spider or water filling up around her. Nothing we could do would help her, she just needed to get the drugs out of her system. The Child Life Specialist tried to bring things to help, and it maybe lasted a few minutes.
Matt arrived around noon and I tried my best to warn him about what he was going to encounter. Having him there was a blessing as I was near a meltdown. I held it together better than I thought, but once he got there, I just cried. I was scared and exhausted. After a few hours of Matt and I taking turns with Maggie, the nurse told us to go to the family lounge and take a 30 minute break. Upon coming back, we learned Maggie had a severe case of RSV. When she got admitted the night before, they started her on meds right away even though they didn't know what it was. Even though RSV is something that just works its way out of the system, it didn't hurt to have the antibiotics.
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| In her new "crib"that protected her from climbing out and was fully enclosed. |
After being up since 7:00 a.m., Maggie finally fell asleep around 5:00 p.m. It was then that I went back to Ames to spend the evening with Emma and get some sleep. We didn't know how long we would be there, so the plan was that we would take turns being home with Emma to provide her some sort of normalcy. Luckily Maggie slept from 5:00 p.m. until the next morning. On my way back to Blank, Matt called and said the results came in and we would get to go home that day.
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| What I came into on Friday morning before leaving. |
Other than being super tired, a little cranky and pretty weak, Maggie was back to "normal". The doctor came and spoke to us on everything Maggie had/went through: she had RSV and strep pneumonia. We were given antibiotics, instructions for home and told to see our pediatrician that following Monday. So at noon on Friday, we were headed back to Ames after a terrifying 48 hours.
We couldn't have gotten through this ordeal without our caring, thoughtful family and friends that covered us with prayer and love. My mom, the saint she is, I can't even say enough about her. She was my rock when Matt couldn't be there. She is the most selfless person I know and so giving of her children and granddaughters. My sister who helped pack me a bag and constantly checked in. My dad who was in China on work travel and checked in, called and prayed hard. Jamie and Ellen Pollard who have gone through so much worse with James, made sure we were okay and taken care of. In fact, Ellen knew I would never ask her or anyone to come down and sit with me or bring me anything. So she said she "had an errand" in Des Moines and brought me fruit, yogurt, a muffin and sat with me during some of Maggie's worse. She was a God send in that hour. The Rutherfords and Lickteigs for the texts, group messages and hospital care packages. Friends, get friends like them and never let go. Blessed for their families and for our kids to grow up together. The entire men's basketball family from coaches to wives. Wow, did we ever feel the love. Again, text messages and shout outs from the games. This staff is simply the best and incredibly family oriented. Rhonda Hackmiller who had a special bag of treats/toys for the girls and food for the family. That woman is so thoughtful and sincere. The Anderson family, who without question took Emma that Wednesday evening and made sure she didn't miss a beat and felt like everything was normal. My work, Matt's work, so many friends and family members. It is true what they say, "It takes a tribe". It sure does and boy are we blessed.
There are so many details I am sure that I am missing, but this is a high level overview of our 48 hours of hell.
Ohhh gosh. So I'm reading these blogs from most recent and working my way backwards. How awful!!!! I can't even imagine. How scary to have a child intubated. I feel so bad. Glad everything at this point is on the mend.
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