Hospital part 2

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Day 2 Phillip woke up looking a little better! He even ate some breakfast and watched some movies and snacked on fruit snacks & popsicles all day. My mother-in-law flew in early that morning and came straight to the hospital. She took over for me there while I went home to shower/feed Zoe/try to get some sleep!

On the way to Phillip's room when we were admitted we passed the pediatric playroom and, sick as he was, Phillip noticed it and did. not. forget. He wasn't allowed to leave his room because he was really contagious (any hospital employees who entered his room had to wear gloves/masks/robes to prevent the spread). He was SO mad when we let him get out of bed to walk around his room (good for his lungs!) but wouldn't let him leave the room. He had apparently seen a basketball hoop in the playroom and just kept crying for basketball! The child life specialist team is amazing and they found him his own personal little hoop and basketball to play in his room and you should have seen his face light up! Basketball for a few minutes wore him out and he slept a lot on day 2.

When I headed back to the hospital at night, Kelli joined me for some Bachelor-watching (thanks for getting me hooked again ha!) and some Philly-snuggling.

We were finally cracking smiles from Philly and were starting to see his little happy self come back a little bit!

Dr. Beverly came back in that night and was amazed at how well Phillip was doing. He told me several times that he did not expect him to be doing so well. He told me that his chest x-ray was so trashed and he thought for sure he would have been doing much worse tonight and would need to be put on high flow oxygen before he started to get better. He thought we would be staying 4-5 nights and was so surprised that he was telling us we might get to go home the next morning! I hadn't even realized it was such a miracle that he was doing so much better so quickly! Dr. Beverly kept saying "this really is just so remarkable. Really quite remarkable. I can't even believe it."

Night two was another long night. With how well Phillip had done during the day on low-flow oxygen they wanted to test him overnight without it. He had been pulling it out a lot so they just took it off altogether but he was constantly dipping below 90 through the night. Eventually the nurses needed to put his oxygen back on. I thought for sure this would mean we'd have to stay another night since we were originally told in order for him to go home he needed to be off oxygen for 24 hours, at least 5 of those during night sleep.

However! The next morning when the doctors did rounds they told us he could go home! I was so surprised and asked about him needing oxygen the night before but they said he'd been doing well otherwise and we don't really know if normally kids' oxygen levels dip during deep sleep so since it never went really low and since he didn't have any contractions while breathing he could go home! PARTY.

Look how much better he looks and oxygen!

He was even up for a little basketball while we waited to check out. And a little great to see his regular self coming back!

So happy to be cord-free!

Except for one more blood pressure test before going home :)

And it's so dang cute that they take the discharged kids downstairs in a wagon. I was dying and snapchatting it like crazy haha.

Philly Boy, I loved having lots of one-on-one time with you but let's not do it again this way anytime soon (or ever), okay?

Family Date Night

Monday, March 14, 2016

Family date nights are kind of rare around here because Tom is often home from work too late to do anything like this or we are spending the nights he does have off with extended family. It's so special when we get to squeeze in a family date night with just our little family!

If you know Phillip then you know he is THE PICKIEST eater on the planet (okay, probably not but seriously SO picky). For the first time ever on this family date night he tried a bite of an In N Out burger and went crazy over how much he loved it haha! We were so shocked and HAPPY. Kid needs some meat on his bones. Now he eats cheeseburgers all the time (whenever we make them at home or go to In N Out) and gobbles them up! So now he lives off of cold cereal, yogurt, peanut butter and cheeseburgers ;)

Utah: The Hospital Stay Part 1

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Let's talk about the highlight (not!) of our trip: Philly's hospital stay. Warning: long post ahead.

Both boys had been sick with colds for a couple weeks before we headed to Utah. Phillip had gotten croup twice in that time, both times followed by a runny nose/lingering cough. No croup for Jack (surprisingly because he gets it several times a winter!) but he also developed a cough/runny nose. By the time we left for Utah they were still coughing but seemed to be recovering. On Saturday Phillip seemed pretty tired/sick/cranky and then Sunday he woke up with a fever so he stayed home from church with Tom who also wasn't feeling well. Jack went to church with me and Zoe but I ended up taking him home after the first hour because he didn't look well and was still coughing a lot.

Tom headed back home on Sunday afternoon and Sunday night was oh so long but mostly with Jack. Both boys were coughing through the night and I was originally planning to take them both to the doctor on Monday morning. But then Phillip ended up getting some sleep and seemed better in the morning while Jack was up coughing/throwing up from coughing so hard all night long. He does have "reactive upper airway disease" or something like that which is basically asthma but they don't want to label him as "asthmatic" because that looks bad to have on your medical records. So I totally thought the coughing was getting worse from the Utah cold and also the really bad air quality at the time. I had luckily brought his nebulizer/albuterol and so we did a few treatments during the night but it really didn't seem to be helping. We spent a long part of the night in the steamy bathroom which is the only thing that seemed to give him some relief.

Monday morning I scheduled an appointment for him to see the pediatrician he saw as a newborn before we moved from Utah. When we got to the appointment I explained his reactive airway disease and how it had gotten much worse since arriving in Utah and that the albuterol wasn't working. The doctor listened to his lungs and said he could hear lots of wheezing. He told me if he could hear this much wheezing in the light of day he knew it had to be much worse at night. He prescribed us a 5-day oral steroid, told us Jack would be angry as a bear for those 5 days which was the one really negative side effect (just what you want to hear when you're on vacation, haha!) and sent us home with strict orders to call in the middle of the night if he got any worse or was breathing faster than 60 breaths/minute. I felt a little overwhelmed but was glad to have the steriod. 

Kelli & I headed home and went upstairs to find Phillip laying on her bed looking awful. Miserable. So bad. So sad. I picked him up and the poor little thing was burning up. Kelli went and borrowed a thermometer from a neighbor and it was reading in at 104.4. At this point I was totally regretting not just taking him in to the doctor too. I knew he needed to be seen so we took him to the walk-in clinic of the same pediatric office where Jack was seen. He was totally not being himself and was just tired, sad and so sluggish. When I asked him if he wanted to go to the doctor he said yes, haha that's when you know a kid is sick! 

Luckily we barely waited at all and the first thing they did was take his pulse-ox levels. The first nurse was taking a really long time getting a reading and I could see the machine was reading his oxygen level as low and his heart rate high. It kept reading in at 79 and I didn't know at the time how low that was, I just saw the red indicator light blinking "LOW" so I knew it wasn't good. She switched the monitor from his finger to his toe and just kept getting the same reading. I know sometimes these things are finnicky since Jack has had it done a few times before so I wasn't too concerned when she kept trying, seeming like the number she was getting couldn't be right. After awhile she left and then a few seconds later another nurse came in bringing the pulse-ox machine back in with her. She said she wanted to try to get a reading and that's when I knew the first one must have been pretty low if they were wanting to do it again to confirm. This time it was reading in between 80-82 and she said "well, I guess it's right."

The NP came in pretty soon after that and told me his oxygen levels should be 90+ and anything below 90 is considered too low. He wanted to do a breathing treatment and see how Phillip was doing afterward. He told me at that point that if he wasn't doing better after the treatment then we would need to be sent to the hospital. Look at how sad & sick my poor little guy looks!

PS cutest thing ever, he didn't want to take those little mittens off all day haha. Also, right after the first pulse-ox test on his finger when the nurse took it off to put it on his toe Phillip asked me "all done?" and then later I thought back and felt so sad for him because at that point he wasn't even close to done! Poor little thing. I wish it had been as easy as one little pulse-ox test.

The NP came back in with the doctor and they reviewed Phillip's situation together while watching his numbers after the breathing treatment. They told me they thought he had croup (which surprised me because he hadn't been having a croupy cough for at least a week) and possibly pneumonia. At first the doctor felt like we could possibly treat this at home but then after another minute of watching the machine (which then dipped back into the low 80s) changed his mind and told me "actually, you know what, I just don't feel comfortable sending you home. I think he needs to be admitted to the hospital. In fact, I'm not sending you over there without that oxygen so we'll have our nurse follow you over to bring the tank back." Guys the hospital is literally across the street. So then I started to feel worried that they didn't even want us driving across the street without oxygen!

Got the little bugger all checked in and they immediately started him on oxygen there. He was not super happy about having that put in but he fell asleep pretty soon after. The pulse-ox levels at the hospital were reading 82ish as well so really his oxygen was pretty low. I feel so bad I didn't even know he was having such a hard time breathing!

Poor little guy was woken up to endure a chest xray a little while later which was so sad to watch! He was so scared but he honestly did so good and held so still for it! After they read the xrays we were told he had a severe case of bacterial pneumonia and would need to stay for a few nights. Hearing that it was a "severe" case made me so worried and at this point I was just wishing Tom could have been there with us! Seriously, so so grateful though for my little sister who hung out with us at doctors and the hospital all the day on her day off (Presidents' Day, you guys! Vacation + Holiday, we really nailed it).

Philly was taken for an IV so he could receive fluids and IV antibiotics. I went with him and had to help hold him down and this was probably one of the saddest parts of our whole visit! He cried and cried and I sang him primary songs and he was trying to sing along to "I love to see the temple" in between his sobbing and it was so sad! I almost lost it right there and I just wanted to bawl but I knew that would only make it worse for him so I took a deep breath and held it in. There is nothing so sad as seeing your little baby scared & in pain!

Once back in our hospital room I called Tom with the news of bacterial pneumonia (and cried). He said he could come out if he really needed to but we decided I'd first see if I could get one of our moms to fly out to help with Jack & Zoe while I stayed in the hospital with Phillip. At this time my brothers, sister-in-law and brother-in-law were taking over in the Jack & Zoe department and I am SO grateful for how everyone just stepped up and let me focus on Phillip and I didn't have to worry at all about the other two and knew they were in good hands! My mom wasn't able to come out due to work obligations but Tom's mom offered before I even had a chance to ask. Seriously she's a godsend. Best mother-in-law if I hand-picked her.

My brothers gave Phillip a Priesthood blessing and then gave me a blessing of comfort (what would I do without Priesthood blessings? I felt a thousand times better after hearing perfect words from a loving & understanding Heavenly Father!) and then Philly & I spent a long night together hanging out in the hospital. He mostly slept, I mostly didn't ha.

Night 1 was so long with the nurses in/out every few minutes needing to adjust his oxygen due to it dipping too low, or needing to administer meds, or fix his heart rate monitor or take his vitals. Phillip just wanted me to "hold you" all night long which was hard without tangling all his cords or disrupting his monitors so man, was it a long night especially since I had barely slept the night before!

The doctor who gave me Phillip's diagnosis had been on his way out the door due to shift changes so he literally had just popped his head in the door of Phillip's room, spit out the diagnosis and took off. I didn't know a lot of what to expect or really how much I should be worried. Later in the night though the night doctor, Dr. Beverly (who will probably forever be my favorite doctor ever) came in and talked to me about Phillip's situation. He told me that his right lung had collapsed (turns out that's not as bad as it sounds!) but would reinflate as they gave him antibiotics and all the fluid in his lungs started clearing out. He made me feel a thousand times better when he told me there was nothing I could have done to prevent him from ending up in the hospital and even his own daughter had been in the ICU just a few weeks ago. He was like "if I, as a pediatric hospital doctor, can't keep my own daughter out of the ICU how are you expected to keep your son out of the hospital? These things just happen. They usually get bad really fast before you even have a chance to realize how bad it is. Now your son is gonna be just fine..." (let's pause for a second here while I tell you he had the best southern drawl ever so just imagine him talking like that ha) He told me "he'll probably get worse before he gets better but we'll take good care of him and he's gonna go home and be just fine." I seriously felt SO much better after he talked with me because I had been feeling like "how did I not know he was THIS sick?!" and also I was so afraid of how bad it really was!

I hope to never see one on him again but let's talk for a minute about how cute that tiny hospital gown is on him!?

This is getting so long that I'm going to stop here and split day 2 into another post!


Our Utah Vacation: Before the hospital

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

The kids & I took a two week trip to Utah to visit my sister/BIL and brother/SIL and some friends while Tom was traveling on business. The trip ended up basically being split into three parts: before Phillip's hospital stay, during the hospital stay (dang pneumonia!), and after the hospital stay so I'll just blog it in three parts that way haha.

So...before the hospital stay! My little brother drove with the kids & I to Utah all day Friday, got in late Friday night and while unloading the car realized my brother's suitcase was missing OOPS. We figured we left it either at the oral surgeon office where we stopped on the way out of town (just had my wisdom teeth out the week before and was suffering from dry socket, the worst by the way!!) or in the McDonald's parking lot in Winnemucca (seriously were hoping it wasn't there haha). Long story short: the suitcase was recovered several days later from, yes, the oral surgeon parking lot. Basically we figured it must have rolled away in the parking lot after we took it out to unload kids and neither of us noticed somehow! So crazy but we are so happy it was found. Still my brother had to buy an entirely new wardrobe for the two weeks we were in Utah haha!

We had made it Friday night just in time for the end of my sister's Galentine's party which I've been wanting to go to for a couple years so HOORAY. No pictures though so fail. BUT I did get a picture of Zoe with Uncle Taylor & the amazing blanket he crocheted for her and presented to us that night...we've been waiting months to see it! It had been in production for a long time ;)

Like, you guys, I'm totally serious. My BROTHER-in-law crocheted that for her! I'm blown away. 

Got to try out the hoverboards my sister & brother-in-law are stowing for his brother while he's out of the country, so much fun! I don't think Scaredy-Jack ever got brave enough to try it ;)

Tom flew into town Friday night (original plan was for him to drive with us and fly straight to NM from Utah BUT work happened and he had to work all day Friday so instead he caught a flight after work and we ended up beating him by only an hour or so haha). He basically came to town to take family pictures (SUPER SUCCESS even with sick kids and checked one off the bucket list since I've been wanting family snow pictures forever!) and to go to the Provo City Center Temple open house and then he left again on Sunday afternoon. 

The rest of the family pictures to come in a separate post!

Provo City Center Temple was gorgeous, as expected and I'm so happy we were able to show our little ones the inside of a temple! Phillip was sick the whole time but Jack was so excited!

I took Jack & Zoe to church on Sunday while Tom & Phillip both stayed home sick. After the first hour of church I realized Jack really shouldn't be there because he looked so sick and was coughing like crazy so I ended up taking him home and Zo & I finished out the last two hours...just me and my littlest Valentine ;) It's a good thing T & I aren't super into Valentine's Day (nothing against it, it's just not our favorite holiday either) because this year's made for a lame one! Three sick boys, one tired mama from being up all night with two of those sick boys, and a flight out of town for Daddy in the mid-afternoon.

And then our trip went a little bit downhill with a hospital visit/stay...more in my next post!


PS huge high five to me for blogging this within a few weeks of it actually happening!


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