The' Hosible'

The day we got back from Vancouver my Mom and Stepdad came for a visit. Its really a shame I didnt get more pictures. But it was quite the whirl wind while they were here! The kids werent acting there usual selves having been away from Me and Evan for 5 days, Jacek was still showing his not so pretty colors, and I was exhausted from Vancouver! I felt bad that I couldnt have been better company!
The only pictures we did get were just a couple with the kids and Grampa. We made a Grampa Pow-whoa bear for him for Fathers day.

On one of the days I put my Mom to work finishing off some curtains (thanx Mom!) and I was busy cleaning the house, Grampa entertained the kids with some arts and crafts!!!

I did have full plans on taking more pictures as we had been expecting to do a fun eventful day on the last day of their visit but it didnt exactly work out.
The night before Naveah had been complaining of pain whenever she used the bathroom. It wasnt an unusal thing for her. It was usually the routine right before she had to, well--you know.
By bedtime that night she was really uncomfortable. Headache, tummy pain, and just not feeling well. I debated taking her to the hospital that night. But Evan suggested I wait till morning and then see how shes doing. We gave her some Advil and off to bed she went.
When I heard Naveah get up I could tell something wasnt right. I could hear her telling Evan how cold she was and  she needed her housecoat. I jumped out of bed. It was NOT cold in our house. When I saw her she was shivering so hard it was if she was hypothermic. She had goosebumps from head to toe, her teeth were chattering away and she could barely walk. I threw a hoody and a blanket around her and quickly got myself ready to take her to a walk in close to the house. We got in right away. I honestly expected him to hand off some antibiotics and on we would go with our day. But instead we were admitted to the hospital.
Naveah had a bladder infection, a kidney infection and a previous ear infection hadnt quite cleared up. WOW!!!! The poor girl!
She was such a trooper though and she charmed every nurse and doctor that came into the room. She was getting spoiled left right and center with all the stuff she was getting. Things took a turn for the worse though when it came time for blood work. She was so dehydrated by this point and hadnt eaten anything and it was so hard to find her little veins!....it wasnt the blood work though that traumatized her from needles.....more to come on that.

Hours went by in the ER and I thought we were waiting to get her IV in before they sent her to Peds. Turned out, her paperwork got stuffed under some other stuff and nobody even knew she had been admitted and they were all wondering why we were still there! A nurse finally came in later and explained and apologized and got us sent up. I was getting worried a bit as now the day was more than half over and she still wasnt on any meds to start clearing up all these infections. Did I mention her fever was 104? Brutal! When we got up they said theyd get the IV in right away so that she could start the meds. She of course fell asleep and they didnt want to wake her...so a few MORE hours went by and I woke her up so she COULD get some meds that night.

Now...this is where it all got hard for me. There is no worse feeling in the world than hearing your baby crying out for you to stop the hurt and you cant. It was IV time. She still had hardly drank any water and she wouldnt eat. Her veins were virtually non existant. It was like flying blind putting that needle in. Numbing cream by the way......doesnt work. There was the Doctor, two nurses and me. The nurses were pinning her down while i tried to comfort and hold as much of her as I could. She was screaming at me to make them stop. "Stop them Mommy, I dont want them to hurt me, Dont let them hurt me Mommy!!!". It was killing me that I couldnt stop them. As much as I wanted to just push them away I couldnt. Inside I was crying harder than she was. Once, twice, Three times...looking for more viens....four times, five times.....It took TEN pokes to finally get a vein. She was hysterical and clinging to me for dear life. How could a three year old possibly understand why this is happening to her??? Suddenly this fun adventure to the hospital was not so fun.
We got back to her room and got her settled. She was exhausted. Once she fell back asleep for the night I fought with the decision to stay or go. I wanted to stay. But having 2 other kids at home and needing some sleep myself I told myself to go. I told the nurse that she HAS to call me if she wakes up and gets upset. Luckily the first night went well and when I called first thing in the morning the nurse said she was fine through the night, had woken up a few times but she was okay.

the IV made her quite puffy!

We spend the day together. We talked to more doctors, she wrapped more nurses around her little fingers and she was spoiled rotten! She was getting free books and stuffies, Daddy and Kael brought her some more dinosaurs, I had gotten her some things from the gift shop so she'd have stuff to color with and she was getting more stickers than she'd ever know what to do with!

the cool, but weird, shades she got in her treat bag from the nurses in the ER

her Loot!

She was lucky enough to have a few visitors while we were there too. Her little friend Brant popped by to say hi, though she was too tired to visit long. As well as her good buddies Summerlyn and Brendan who brought her these amazing little Monsters they made for her. The story was that they made these Monsters to scare the sickness away. This is definitely going in the treasure box!

With her having done so well the night before I decided to go home the second night. I should have stuck with my instincts and stayed. When I called in the morning again to check the nurses said she had been up most of the night crying. I wasnt very happy with the nurses for having not called me when I had requested for them to do so if she woke up upset. My mind was made up. I was not leaving her bedside until she was coming home.

one of the things she wanted to do was take pictures of us so she could look
at them on the camera after....

in a whispery little voice she says, "okay mom, now lets pretend to sleep!"

It was only one more night that we had to stay there. Her fever finally stopped spiking which meant the meds were actually working! It was frustrating that it took 3 days for them to work. I was worried about her fever and the Doctor was too. It would spike quickly as soon as her the pain killers would start to wear off. She was doubled up on Advil and Tylenol. It was a relief when her fever went down and STAYED down! I needed to get that poor girl home anyways. She hadnt eaten anything in the four days she had been there and she was more than done with tests and doctors. She was scared that every single one of them wanted to 'poke her' again. When they took the IV out her hand was still SO puffy. She was really nervous about them taking it out, she thought they were going to poke her. But once she saw the bandaid she was gunna get she was as happy as can be.

dont really know what it is, but she thought it was
a dinosaur...so whatever. ;)

The excitement of it all didnt end once we left though. After a run around to get her perscription, nearly 12 hours after we left the hospital, we found out a few days later that she was on the wrong antibiotic and needed ANOTHER one. It was another run around to find that one as only one pharmacy in the city had it and it was now the long weekend. so there was another 2 days she wasnt on meds. But finally we got the right ones. We did a follow up urine sample a few weeks later and havent had a call back, so im assuming all is well. Lets cross out fingers we dont have to do a process like this again...or at least for a VERY long time!