Being a solo mother for a medically fragile child with chronic health issues (including multiple food and airborne allergies) poses a heap of challenges at the best of times. Having us both hospitalised at the same time was incredibly difficult and it frightens me to think what would have happened if my family hadn’t been willing to spend an hour driving in to us and forgoing sleep for about 40 hours.
We actually had quite a pleasant Mother’s Day to begin with. We went to a playgroup for a short time and then went on to a wonderful Solo Mother’s event that was being held.
I’d spent Saturday cleaning like mad (which takes hours because of her dust mite allergies) and then feeling unwell with a nose running like a faucet. I still wasn’t feeling well on Sunday and figured I might have a mild cold.
Things all went downhill at 1am (so, I try to tell myself in an upbeat way that really Mother’s Day had finished) when a loud barking noise coming from my daughter’s room woke me and I found her struggling to breathe. Her story is here.
When the ambulance crew arrived at 1.30am, I was deperately trying to keep my daughter upright (who was determined that she wanted to be alone, prone, and asleep), trying to wake her up to full consciousness, and trying not to throw up. There’s no time to be sick when your a solo parent with a sick child – I also had a sufficiently high embarassment reflex not to want to hurl in front of the three lovely (male) paramedics; there’s something that’s just easier about vomiting in private.
I spent the ambulance ride sucking on a home-made coconut milk ice-block trying to convince myself not to vomit and looking after Miss 2.
I’m so grateful for all of the lovely staff that helped us at the hospital. A nurse read Miss 2 picture books while I was busy vomiting in the hospital bathroom. My embarrassment reflex declined as I got sicker; I ended up just drawing the curtain for her room and being grateful for the many vomit buckets the hospital stocks.
My parents spent an hour driving in to us and while Nana stayed with Miss 2, Poppa drove me (in the opposite direction) to collect the car seat and various things from home. This took a long time as the vomiting and diarrhoea kept me in the bathroom a lot and the pain often felt like a thousand glass daggers writhing through my intestines. At times I was crawling through my home on my hands and knees on gritted teeth determined to pack. Poor Poppa! he so wanted to help but couldn’t do more than watch quietly as I assembled everything we needed; it can’t have been easy either having me dry wretch all the way back to the hospital.
We finally got back to the Children’s Hospital and the nurses transferred me to the adult hospital’s Emergency Department. Nana and Poppa stayed with Miss 2 while I got admitted. I was so wracked with constant vomiting that I couldn’t even speak to the doctor unless it was in-between the waves of pain (and more importantly once the anti-emetic had kicked in). They did various tests for infection, a chest x-ray, and were monitoring me in case my appendix burst or my gallbladder (squeezed dry by that point) did anything gnarly. Apparently I was horribly pale, shivering uncontrollably (bless the nurses that brought heated blankets!), and looking pretty crap (aside from the vomiting and hobbling to the adjacent toilet), I went through two IV bags of fluids and a bunch of drugs before I was stabilised enough to sip water. As really awkward timing, Miss 2 got discharged almost 6 hours before me! Thank god Nana + Poppa were with her as I’m not sure what would have happened otherwise – it certainly would have been a far more traumatic experience for both of us!
Overall, they thought I had a severe case of viral gastroenteritis with severe pain from the inflammation + a cold/flu virus, and possibly Miss 2’s croup as well. I was unwell enough that they were considering admitting me into of the other wards but Miss 2 needed me so I got discharged to family care and monitoring instead (as there’s still a risk the appendix could progressively worsen). I’m so grateful that this has happened at a time when my family can help care for us as I can’t walk much without the pain starting and am pretty much living on mum’s Fail-safe Porridge and Rehydration Therapeutic Tonic.