Things with M took a turn for the worse yesterday. Tuesday night, T came down at about 3am (I think? Who can even remember when it's the buttcrack of morning) and asked me to take over as he needed sleep. So M and I slept on the couches. O came upstairs at 630, and I was still so incredibly tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open and my wonderful little girl let me and M sleep until 8. She went back downstairs to her room and was quiet and good for that hour and a half. When I got up with M at that point, I noticed that his fontanel was swollen. I know that if he's dehydrated (which he would be from the UTI and the not wanting to drink a lot) it would be sunken, but I didn't know what to do about it bulging. I didn't ask Dr. Google because we had both a doctor's appointment (3 month checkup) and had to go back to the hospital for his next dose of antibiotics.
Get to the doctor, explain why the little man has the IV still wrapped on his arm, and then mention the fontanel. Doctor is concerned, but knows that we're going back to the hospital so he tell me to mention it when we go.
Get to the hospital - and spend like 20 minutes trying to find parking, end up parking in a lot 5 minutes away - get into a little room right away and then mention about the fontanel. Nurses get us settled in and mention it to the pediatric doctor working in emerg - the same doctor we had the day before - and we kind of go from there. Pediatrician gets us in for an ultrasound to look to see what's going on with the fontanel, and they find that something - I have no idea what because I both don't understand medical talk and I just had so much going on in my brain that day - is enlarged and there's a bit of extra fluid. So they want to consult with the neurosurgeon team.
Did I mention that it was just me in the hospital this whole time? Again, just me and M. They hooked him up to a fluid drip plus gave him his dose of antibiotics. My mom ended up coming at around 415 because she works relatively close, and it was SO GOOD to have her there with me.
Anyway, the neurosurgeons didn't feel incredibly concerned about it, so they ended up discharging us AND the IV came out with a prescription for oral antibiotics. I've never been so relieved.
Through all of this, I remained calm and collected. I did have a bit of tears and choking up when we were waiting for the consult with neuro, but I held it together. The pediatrician came in and checked up on us and asked how I was doing, and he seemed impressed that I wasn't losing my shit. Good thing they didn't have reason to access my records to know that I'm on anti-depressants ;)
I am, however, going to be increasing my dose by a bit starting next week. After speaking with our doctor, I mentioned that I still had moments where I had to talk myself down (although some of those moments were during M's sickness, to which my doctor said it was completely understandable) and he said we can try increasing it. So we'll see if that makes a difference in my somewhat indifference towards things that make me happy?
With regards to M, he's much better today even though his tummy is unhappy with the antibiotics. He's smiling again, and was moving around and playing. His sleeps looked more restful and he wasn't as pasty as he has been. Here's fingers crossed that he's on the mend and we can just move past this.
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