This moment was one I was afraid to hope.
It has been a few years since Bridget has scared us this badly. The week before Christmas Bridget was hospitalized for a gastrointestinal infection. Abby gets a GI bug and she is out for 24 hours. Bridget gets an illness and this happens.
We spent Friday in the emergency room getting Bridget as Bridget was so dehydrated. We were sent home, because in my over confidence I said “oh I can handle a GI bug”. Two years ago I would have not allowed them to discharge her. I would have raised holy hell to make sure they kept her over night.
I was too proud and too “smart”. I drove home so freaking proud that I didn’t panic, that I can handle a GI bug, that now that she had been hydrated Bridget would be fine. After all her vomiting had stopped (thank you ZOFRAN), her color was improved and the sparkle was back in her eye. When asked if I was okay with Bridget being discharged, I said “of course”.
Until two hours later when the diarrhea started. Every 20 minutes throughout the night. Back to the ER we traveled. This time I packed a bag.
Within 15 minutes of being at the ER, Bridget had a new IV and medication was started. Her labs had tanked since the 24 hours prior. I was scared. The Doctor was scared. Bridget was admitted to the hospital for acute dehydration and severe gastrointestinal illness.
The next four days are a blur. I know we didn’t shower. I think I ate something other than an M&M. I sat by my child’s side and offered my soul for her comfort. I gave thanks for the nursing staff who did everything in their power to alleviate her suffering.
Day three, Bridget perked up but refused to eat or drink anything.
But then in the afternoon she began vomiting and we were scared again. That night Bridget’s IV failed. They were unable to establish the IV anywhere. The nurse refused to “torture” her anymore. It was decided to see how Bridget did overnight. To hope that without the IV she would start to drink on her own.
She slept 12 hours. She did not wake for vital signs or re-positioning. When she awoke she was the Bridget with a sparkle in her eye. A tired and worn out Bridget. But our Bridget was fighting her way back.
I wrote the following on my Facebook page:
“I’m sitting in the hospital with Bridget and I was stressing about how much shopping has to be done to make it a perfect it a perfect Christmas Day. Then I look at Bridget finally asleep in my arms. We are on day four of a nasty GI bug that has given three days of an unexpected hospital stay. One that hasn’t been the easiest for her.
She is finally showing improvement and may go home soon.
And I realize that Christmas will be perfect because she will be going home within a few days to be with her family unlike some children on this floor.
Thank you to the friends and family who have made the last four days easier. From taking care of Abby, providing me with M&Ms, making me laugh thru texts and phone calls, for working David’s shift so he could be there for Abby and for most importantly being there for our family
How much more do we need for the day to be perfect?”
I have said before that I am incredibly lucky in my village. The outpouring of support our family received was truly overwhelming. Those who finished my Christmas shopping, refusing to take “I’m all set” for an answer. Those who calmed me down when my texts were very sleep deprived and overly emotional. Those who took care of Abby so I could take care of Bridget. Those who worked David’s shift so Abby could have a parent home at night. Those who delivered food and wine. Oh thank you for the wine. Even the doctors and nurses who went out on their own to buy Bridget a muffin when that is what she asked to eat and the cafeteria was out.
Those who rejoiced in this moment when Bridget came home, in time for Christmas Eve (yes, in Halloween pajamas don’t judge).
Four days after being discharged, Bridget is now eating and drinking on her own. Her energy is better. Her sparkle is back.
To my friends and family, there are no words I can write, no gratitude I can give that would express … that without my village my sanity might not have survived this latest bout of Bridgetitis. So I will say simply:
From the bottom of my soul, thank you.