I got a text from Oli’s dad a few hours later around 10am saying “She’s getting the full work up- Covid and flu test, CT scan because her tummy is super swollen and hard. Blood work and even a catheter.” I continued working that day and then took a break, heading into my front yard to begin putting up my outdoor Christmas decorations. I began putting up my Christmas decorations. I can’t believe I was so oblivious. As my little girl was lying on the uncomfortable, hard surface of an ER cot, fighting for her life, I was prancing around my front yard putting together Rudolf and blowing up a 9ft gingerbread man. If I could, I’d go back and punch that girl in the throat and tell her to get her ass in the car immediately! I was an ignorant, naïve person who thought nothing bad would ever happen to me or my family.
I was wrong.
The first few calls that I got from Oli’s dad made it sound like the hospital didn’t seem too sure about what was going on, but it didn’t seem like anything was too bad. I continued to go about my day. He said they had decided that they were probably going to admit her to the medical floor there at the Midland hospital. They were worried that there was something going on with her stomach. A little while after that I got a call from him saying that they didn’t think they could treat her in Midland and would be sending her to a children’s hospital in Lubbock. About 30 min after that update I spoke to a nurse who was taking care of Oli in the ER. Her dad had told the nurse that she usually goes to Dell Children’s hospital in Austin and wondered if they could transfer her there so she’d be closer to home.
The RN got on the phone and very candidly said to me “Look, she’s really, really sick. I’m not sure she would make it all the way to Austin.”
Not make it to Austin? As in she may not survive long enough to travel to Austin?
No, no, no, no, no. That can’t be what she meant. No way.
Did I ask her that question? What do you mean “she may not make it?”
No. No I did not ask that question. Why did I not ask that question? Why did I not hold her hostage on that phone and demand that she tell me exactly what was wrong with my daughter? Clearly I was not getting the full story. I don’t think her dad understood what was going on with Oli and he definitely could not relay and kind of useful medical information to me. It was like I was stuck in a dark room fumbling around, unable to find the light switch, but unwilling to ask the person with a flashlight for help.
I’m sure deep down I knew what she meant, but clearly at this point I was so far into my denial I just said “Ok. Get her to where she needs to be NOW!”
I also tried to rationalize that statement by telling myself that the nurse was just over reacting. I thought they were probably just freaking out because she was a kid, plus she has special needs so they’re just super uncomfortable with her and wanted to get her out of there and somewhere else close, fast.”
I still had no clear idea what was wrong with my daughter. No one was giving me any ideas other than her stomach was distended and hard and she was “really, really sick”. I think it was at this point in time that I began thinking it was a bowel obstruction and sepsis. I felt my own heart rate and blood pressure raise as I text her dad “Did they mention anything about a bowel perforation?” A bowel perforation is a life threatening emergency and is where the contents of the intestine spill out into the abdominal cavity causing massive infection and requiring immediate surgery. A bowel obstruction can ultimately cause a bowel perforation if not treated. He replied “no bowel perforation”. That was good. My heart rate slowed a little and I felt relieved that at least she didn’t have that. At the time I was thinking a perforation would be the worst case scenario. I replied “Then what made them decide to transfer her out rather than just admit her there?” He responded “They didn’t feel like they had the expertise to handle her.”
Yep. I was right. They were just uncomfortable and trying to get her out of their ER. It’s not that bad. My heart rate and blood pressure immediately went back to normal and I continued stringing lights around my trees and blowing up inflatable snowmen and Santa Clauses.
And off they went. They wanted to fly her from Midland to Lubbock but there was no flight transport available. I didn’t know that until later. There are so many things that I didn’t know until later.
My very, very sick little girl then had to ride 2 hours in the back of an ambulance. By the time they got to the ER her heart rate was 200 and her blood pressure was 170/110. Her dad called me when they got to Lubbock and said that nothing was really happening, they were still waiting in a room. I kept thinking that I was missing something. How could the staff see her vital signs and not do anything? I was still so confused. I think that confusion kept me from panicking. Surely if she were that sick and if those numbers were correct the ER staff would be responding to her, not making her sit in an ER room alone with her dad. That can’t be right. What was happening? Maybe I should wrap up outside. I began lugging the rest of the boxes of Christmas decorations back into my garage and traded them for a suitcase.
Finally at 4:53pm I got a text from him saying “Dr. Relves (a pediatric ICU doctor) is handling the business. I’ve got 15 people in here and her heart rate has dropped 50 points. We are having to intubate her to treat.”
Intubate her? Wait, what? We went from a possible virus, a swollen tummy, maybe a hospital admission and then an overreactive nurse all the way to “intubate her”. The room went fuzzy. What was happening?
After I read that last text my brain went into overdrive and I literally just started throwing my toiletries and clothing into a suitcase. I had to get there NOW.
I quickly sent him a response. “If you get to a place where I can be updated by a doctor I’d really appreciate that. I don’t have a clear clinical picture of what is happening.”
What was happening to my sweet girl?
I'm fine, but my mommy has issues! 