So, I'd have continued my update about our emergency visit with Elizabeth yesterday, but we had to take my sister to adult emergency after she threw up thirteen times in eight hours. I wish I was kidding.
I feel like we should hang a quarantine flag outside our house. Stay away! This is the house of so much sickness that we even made up a song about it.
On the first day of PukeFest, my sister brought to me: a large blue bucket for me.
On the second day of PukeFest, my sister brought to me: two damp cloths and a large blue bucket for me.
On the third day of PukeFest, my sister brought to me: three yoghurts, two damp cloths and a large blue bucket for me.
On the fourth day of PukeFest, my sister brought to me: four bowls of jello, three yoghurts, two damp cloths and a large blue bucket for me.
On the fifth day of PukeFest, my sister brought to me: five cups of ginger ale! Four bowls of jello, three yoghurts, two damp cloths and a large blue bucket for me.
We were debating what day six would bring and Brendan brought the songwriting to an end by stating that we all got better. Unfortunately, day six instead brought a completely listless Elizabeth who wouldn't open her eyes. She'd had a rough night, tossing and turning without ever settling down. Mom was awake until nearly 4:30am trying to help her find a comfortable spot. At one point we even took her to the bathroom, turned on the shower and let it steam away in an attempt to help clear her congested airways. Much use of the nasal aspirator and saline solution also occurred.
At 11:30am, Elizabeth finally opened her eyes for the first time. She seemed awfully hot and had bit of a temperature (about 38C under the armpit). We decided we should take her to the clinic as her temperature rose and she became less and less responsive. The clinic doctor diagnosed a "raging ear infection" but because of her lethargy and general "look" of her he felt she might also have a UTI and asked us to go to the hospital.
I've never been to the CHEO emergency room before, but now after three different emergency rooms in less than a month I feel like a connoisseur. It's very confusing when you arrive with unclear signs pointing in different directions, but I guess they are under construction so hopefully this is a temporary problem. We had to wait about half an hour before we were even triaged, which made us wonder what the protocol was for more urgent emergencies. They gave Elizabeth some tylenol right away because her temperature had risen to 39 point something and the nurse was afraid of seizures. She was also hooked up with a bag to collect a urine sample and we were sent away to wait.
On the sixth day of PukeFest, the doctor brought to us: six hours of waiting... Yes, we waited a long time. Not quite six hours before seeing a doctor, but probably six hours of waiting total! The place was very busy. When we finally got to an ER doctor, his first comment was "You've been here since FIVE?" I didn't want to tell him we'd actually been here since 4:30...
They ruled out UTI and then attempted to orally hydrate Elizabeth with pedialyte and apple juice. I say attempted because Elizabeth doesn't really take liquids except from mom yet. She'll drink the odd sip from a cup but just has no idea what to do with a bottle (and we did try). She thought the pedialyte tasted gross and that was that. They decided not to do an IV because they felt she was borderline and I agreed, so they sent us home with strict instructions to come back if she showed any signs of dehydration.