This past Sunday, we participated in the annual “March for Babies” for a dear friend whose youngest daughter was born at 28 weeks and spent 65 days in NICU. Princess Piper is a fighter, for sure and I couldn’t be more proud of her and her family.
The next day, I found out just how much of a fighter my own daughter is.
Late last week, after we finished anitbiotics for YET another ear infection (sigh), a bump appeared on her inner thigh. She’s been fighting diaper rash and yeast off and on, most likely from the antibiotics so I was only mildly concerned. By Sunday she definitely was not amused by you touching the bump, which looked more like a zit. However, she was acting normally.
Monday her temp went up to 101 so I figured it was another ear infection so I took her to the pediatrician. While there I mentioned the bump. When the doctor and I finally got her undressed, that bump became much bigger and there was a red streak.
Uh-oh. At this point I would have bargained with Satan to have an ear infection.
So I got her over to the ER. The hospital near us actually has their own Pediatric ER. We didn’t have to wait long before being escorted to an exam room. The doctor examined her and confirmed our pediatrician’s suspicion of a staph infection. The abscess would need to be drained, with a sample taken to culture it to see what exactly is going on.
We had to wait until early afternoon before she could be put under (slightly) and the procedure to be done. After that, we had to wait some more before actually getting admitted to the Pediatric Ward. Her room was quite nice – private and quite spacious. There was even a pullout couch which I didn’t sleep on. But, it was comfortable when I had a spare moment to check e-mail on the distressingly slow (but free) wi-fi.
The floor has a nice playroom and a “Parent’s Corner” that you can get an array of drinks and snacks. Alas, since Mayita was in Isolation (due to the infection), she couldn’t go out and we couldn’t get our own snacks. Which meant we were waited on by the staff round the clock. That in itself wasn’t too bad, but it meant I was pushing the nurse’s call button pretty much all the time.
Mayita got Teddy Grahams, Goldfish, juice, and all the popscicles she wanted. However, being hooked up with an IV, an ankle alarm, and being prodded for vitals every few hours was not her cup of tea. She also became cautious of the color yellow, since that was the color of the gowns the staff had to don when coming into our room. Plus, her temp went back up Monday night to 103.6 and didn’t subside until Tuesday. But she stuck it out – that little trooper of mine.
B got to visit Tuesday evening. At first I didn’t want him to come and possibly be exposed. But I realized that she probably missed him too so it wouldn’t be fair to ban him from visiting. He quite enjoyed seeing his little sister, though she couldn’t get up and chase him.
Wednesday morning we were officially informed that the culture from Monday’s procedure was, in fact, MRSA. MRSA, which stands for Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus, is quite the stubborn infection. Apparently, staph infections are more common than you may think. Luckily, the antibiotic that they were giving her was working.
We were discharged Wednesday afternoon, hallelujah. Our marching orders include warm compress, keeping the area dry and covered, and of course the medicine. Mayita does not like the medicine (Clindamycin) at all. It takes both Husband and I to work with her to take the medicine.
It is, and I cannot emphasize this enough, not fun at all. We cannot wait until Wednesday when the antibiotic treatment will be over.