discopete1 (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} discopete1) wrote,@ 2007-07-24 07:59:00 |
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Vacation? We don't need no steenking vacation!
We drove up to Canada for our vacation. Before we left Philipa had developed a pimple on her bum, but we'd been to the pediatrician and they'd OK'd her for travel and put her on some antibiotics.
The kids were great in the van, and Philipa was pleased to discover that we have a DVD player in there. We tell her it only works on long trips.
Of course, as luck has it, by Monday the pimple developed into a full-blown abcess and she came down with a fever. We called the pediatrician, who by then had just got the culture back saying Philipa had MRSA and we took her to the emergency room in Oakville.
We were trying to prepare Philipa for what was coming, and she was quite excited about the idea of the IV, "I get needle in my arrrmmm!" but continued to insist that the doctors not touch her bum. She got really freaked out by the blood-pressure cuff (which she called a bracelet), and was shortly all doped up on ketamine, a.k.a. the rave drug 'Special K'. It's weird to see your kid all dopey like that, but I sang to her while they drained and packed her abcess.
Around 2am they admitted her to the hospital and she and I finally got some sleep. T had taken Philip home after the abcess was drained.
We ended up spending two more days in the hospital, as they wanted to make sure the abcess was properly cleared out. By the end, Philipa was alternately bouncing off the walls and shouting "NO BRACELET!" when ever a nurse came in. Because Philip is still nursing I got to stay with Philipa, and that was a bizzare kind of bonding experience.
They released her on Wednesday and we spent the rest of the vacation at my parents house, making sure she was getting better. On Saturday we loaded them back into the van and headed home. That was a minor adventure in itself as we decided to take some back roads through PA, but we got home Saturday evening, more stressed out than we were before the vacation began.
Sure enough, on Monday people at work were asking, "How was the trip?"
I could only tell them "Awful."
We drove up to Canada for our vacation. Before we left Philipa had developed a pimple on her bum, but we'd been to the pediatrician and they'd OK'd her for travel and put her on some antibiotics.
The kids were great in the van, and Philipa was pleased to discover that we have a DVD player in there. We tell her it only works on long trips.
Of course, as luck has it, by Monday the pimple developed into a full-blown abcess and she came down with a fever. We called the pediatrician, who by then had just got the culture back saying Philipa had MRSA and we took her to the emergency room in Oakville.
We were trying to prepare Philipa for what was coming, and she was quite excited about the idea of the IV, "I get needle in my arrrmmm!" but continued to insist that the doctors not touch her bum. She got really freaked out by the blood-pressure cuff (which she called a bracelet), and was shortly all doped up on ketamine, a.k.a. the rave drug 'Special K'. It's weird to see your kid all dopey like that, but I sang to her while they drained and packed her abcess.
Around 2am they admitted her to the hospital and she and I finally got some sleep. T had taken Philip home after the abcess was drained.
We ended up spending two more days in the hospital, as they wanted to make sure the abcess was properly cleared out. By the end, Philipa was alternately bouncing off the walls and shouting "NO BRACELET!" when ever a nurse came in. Because Philip is still nursing I got to stay with Philipa, and that was a bizzare kind of bonding experience.
They released her on Wednesday and we spent the rest of the vacation at my parents house, making sure she was getting better. On Saturday we loaded them back into the van and headed home. That was a minor adventure in itself as we decided to take some back roads through PA, but we got home Saturday evening, more stressed out than we were before the vacation began.
Sure enough, on Monday people at work were asking, "How was the trip?"
I could only tell them "Awful."
