A Tough Day
Yesterday was tough. I mean really tough. Emotionally, physically, psychologically. Tears were shed. Much tea was drunk. Many hugs were given.
|We wouldn’t have got through yesterday without this!|
Saturday evening was exhausting. Evenings are always a bit dramatic in our house at the moment, due to what I have affectionately termed the “witching hour”. This is a period of time, usually between 7pm-11pm, where Busby cries, fidgets and generally won’t settle. Generally the cause for this is constipation. Anyway, Saturday night she would not settle at all – we tried everything to help her poop; cool boiled water, bicycle legs, tummy massage, lower back massage, squat position, warm bath…but nothing worked! She wasn’t fussed by food (and she’s a proper foodie like her parents!), and was exhausting herself out so much by trying to push that she was falling asleep in between pushing and waking up in pain… (I compared it to my labour!) An exhausted Busby finally fell asleep on me about 11pm… At around 5am she hadn’t woken up to feed, and hadn’t eaten since 9pm the night before; this is very unlike her as that girl is controlled by her stomach, so I decided to wake her up to give her some food. It took quite a lot of coaxing to wake her up, and once again she wasn’t massively fussed by the food. By this point it was obvious something wasn’t right.
At about 8am she woke up shrieking in pain; it was a truly horrible sound. Nick got up to change her, but whilst doing so noticed she had a red lump on the left hand side of her lower abdomen in her groin area. I felt the lump – it was hard and she still seemed extremely uncomfortable. After deliberating whether to go straight to A&E, we decided the best course of action was to call the out of hours doctor and get an appointment.
Fast forward to our first hospital visit of the day: the out of hours doctors surgery. We were seen very quickly – and the Doctor was very thorough. Busby was screaming whilst he examined her and he kept repeating very matter-of-factly “I’m so sorry”to her over and over… I shouldn’t laugh, but in that situation where you’re terrified of the unknown and don’t quite know what to do with yourself, I had to stifle a giggle! Especially when Nick tried to calm her down by repeating “Boo boo baboon” which usually provokes a “goo” or smile from her when she’s feeling happier. Very surreal. The Doctor informed us that the lump was a hernia, caused by all the constipated pushing. He managed to push the hernia back in, but told us to visit the GP this coming week to check it hadn’t popped back out. He prescribed some lactoluse, which we have to give to Busby twice a day via oral syringe. Have you ever tried giving a baby medicine orally? It’s ridiculously difficult! Oh and lactoluse is sticky!!
Busby slept for most of Sunday, and again she wasn’t massively fussed by food. She was not herself at all. The little baby I know is full of beans – smiling, alert and constantly curious. The little baby in my arms was floppy, docile and uninterested. The only noises she was making were those of pain. Gone were the “goos” and “gahs”. Towards the latter part of the day Busby’s appetite started to reappear, and she even started smiling! We thought she was on the road to being “Busby” again. Then the witching hour struck, and she started pushing… and that’s how we ended up in hospital for a second time!
By this point we were almost delirious with worry! We thought the hernia had popped back out, so went along to the Children’s A&E department. We were seen very quickly, and Busby was checked over by a lovely nurse. Luckily the hernia hadn’t reappeared, but I’m so glad we went, even if we were given “sigh…first time parent” looks, as I know neither of us would have slept if we hadn’t got her checked over again!
So now we have to wait and see the Doctor during the week… The lactoluse seems to be working it’s magic; she’s a lot happier this morning, we’ve had a full nappy (cue text to Nick: “POOOOOOO!” just what you want to receive on your way to work!), and I’ve been on the receiving end of smiles, giggles and “goos”! I am totally shattered as have been awake the best part of 36 hours worrying about her; making sure she’s still breathing… Over worrying? Almost definitely, but she’s my baby and I don’t want her to be in pain.