An Elaboration.

by Veronica on June 21, 2009

in Headfuck, Isaac

So. Friday night we were happily ensconced in the hospital with Nan. Isaac rather nicely fell asleep in his pram about 50 minutes before the doctor was due to arrive.

And then he woke up. He saw Mum looking at him and his bottom lip dropped. I picked him up to shush and settle him and WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH.

He started to scream. And scream and scream and scream. Not an unhappy scream so much as a ‘someone is stabbing me in the eye with hot needles’ scream.

Something hurt and I couldn’t make it better. The doctor entered and we exited as the screaming was just too much. An hour later, we made the decision to leave Amy with Mum and take Isaac to the after hours GP. He was still screaming as I strode down the hallway at high speed, tears in my own eyes.

20 minutes and one car ride later, he was a little more settled. We settled in to the waiting room, knowing that as it is a first come first served kind of operation, we’d be waiting a while. Isaac was better, although he had a few minute long ‘episodes’ as we took to calling them.

In with the GP, Isaac was happy and smiling. That is, until I laid him down on the bed so she could listen to his heart.

He lost his shit. Big time. I swooped him up and we talked over the screaming.

‘This is what he was like?’

‘Yes. This.’

‘Well it’s definitely the sound of a baby in pain. He has a large hydrocele and I’m not convinced that there isn’t a hernia there. It could be strangulating. I want a paediatric surgeon to have a look at him.’

‘Tonight?’ I asked? I was a little shocked, normally the Tasmania medical system doesn’t move this fast. I was also terribly worried at this point. Just hold your shit together a little longer I thought to myself.

‘Yes. Tonight. Hold on while I ring the Hospital for you. I’ll write a letter for you to give them.’

Five minutes later and one letter in hand, we were headed towards the hospital and just a little stressed. I rang Mum and told her to take Amy home to bed for me. Amy ended up falling asleep on Mum’s couch so it wasn’t an issue.

As we walked into the Emergency Department, my very sad baby (who had at least stopped screaming, but was still dropping his bottom lip) started to smile. You know, as sick babies do. Heh.

We checked in and luckily, it wasn’t a long wait.

Doctors came and doctors went. Isaac had his testicles and stomach poked more times in the next few hours than he’d had in his entire life. It was agreed that because we lived so far away (an hour) and because they wanted him ‘investigated’ that Isaac would be admitted overnight. Not my idea of a fun way to spend Friday night.

Nathan headed out to the car to grab all our spare baby stuff. Then he headed home.

Not two minutes after he’d gone, Isaac was examined by the paediatric residents. And then? He started to scream.

And scream.

And scream and scream and scream.

He screamed a high pitched ‘make your ears bleed and your brain turn to jelly’ scream for the next 2 hours.

Two fucking hours.

I was also trying not to dislocate (fail) vomit (succeed, just) or pass out (also a success). Crying? Well I managed to not cry. Not even when the doctors told me there was a chance that Isaac and I were going to be on the very fastest helicopter to Melbourne Children’s Hospital. Not even when they wanted to stick a drip in him and keep him nil by mouth for the rest of the night. Have you ever tried to not give a baby boobs when he wants boobs? Yeah. Not the highlight of my night.

Our ultrasound that had been set for the morning was fast tracked to that night. As midnight hit, I was taking my very sad (but no longer screaming) baby up to an ultrasound room, where we stayed for the next 40 minutes as two separate sonographers poked Isaac with (warmed) jelly and sticks. I just kind of leaned on the bed and cuddled him while he wailed some more.

Luckily, they didn’t see an intussusception of his bowel. Nor did they find a strangulating hernia. They couldn’t rule out an intussusception, but it was less likely to be life threatening if it wasn’t immediately obvious to them.

We headed back to Emergency where the conclusion was ‘we’ve got no idea, but we heard the blood curdling screams so we believe you when you say he is screamy and in pain, here’s some panadol, Paeds has found you a bed and he’s here for obsvervation’.

I got them to lift the nil by mouth order and finally got to feed Isaac. He passed out on my boob straight away, he was as exhausted as I was. Happens that way when every time you doze off, someone needs to undo your nappy and poke you some more.

And so it was this time (just after 1am), with a nurse coming in after 2 minutes of him sleeping with Panadol to administer and a urine sample to get. A urine sample we had been trying to get since around 10pm now. You know how baby boys are likely to piss all over you at the drop of a hat? You’d never guess it, but baby boys who have been having screaming episodes and not feeding properly all evening, tend to not have any urine available. Urine sample not forthcoming and my sleeping boy now wide awake, we were taken up to a bed in the Paediatric Nursery; where I tried to settle my screaming and sleepless baby in a room full of sleeping children. Not my finest moment.

2 minutes later I’d given up on sleep and was ready to settle for quiet whimpering (Isaac, not me) when the nurse suggested we settle Isaac somewhere else. Best suggestion we’d heard all night. We headed around to the rec room, where Isaac fell asleep in my arms, a little container tucked under his penis in the hope that he’d pee in that and not all over me.

Armchairs? Not the most fantastic place for sleeping. Even worse when you’re doing it staring down the barrel of a loaded baby boy, just ready to shoot you in the face with urine if you so much as twitch.

2 hours later, I had dozed, Isaac was still asleep and there was still no urine in the pot. Nor was there any over me surprisingly. He was a dehydrated little boy. At this point the recliners in the Nursery were looking pretty comfortable and as Isaac was sleeping, I felt comfortable moving him back to his baby jail cot. He survived being moved without screaming and 20 minutes later I was fast asleep in the recliner. The sleep didn’t last as Isaac decided he needed feeding, but by this point he was calm and I didn’t care that I wasn’t sleeping.

The rest of the night was uneventful and Isaac was like a whole new baby the next day. The doctors pronounced him okay to return home. They aren’t sure what caused the screaming, possibly an intussusception that self cured. I am pretty sure Isaac has EDS too, so we might never know what caused the pain. It goes like that sometimes.

I do know that I can still hear his screaming reverbarating around inside my head. It was that bad.

On the upside, I got to educate a bunch of nurses on EDS. Yay me.

Xbox4NappyRash June 21, 2009 at 10:28 pm

Seeing it laid out like that is scary.

So very stressful.

You did very well.

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SquiggleMum June 21, 2009 at 10:31 pm

Far out… what an ordeal for you. Isn’t it funny how you can hear a child’s pain-cry long after they’ve stopped? In case you haven’t heard it enough times this week – you’re a great Mum and Isaac is lucky to have you.

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Marylin June 21, 2009 at 10:43 pm

Oh sweetheart.

So glad he’s ok, what a night for you!


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Sharnee June 21, 2009 at 10:56 pm

I’m so glad it seemed to fix itself! Hope the poor little guy is going to be fine now.

I don’t know how you coped with it all…. I would have, most likely, been pretty hysterical too.


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Hyphen Mama June 22, 2009 at 1:49 am

I cry just READING it! You’re so strong.

I really REALLY hope that’s the last time that happens.

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Mrs. C June 22, 2009 at 2:59 am

NOT to question your judgment… how can you tell Isaac has EDS as well? I mean, I can TELL Woodjie is autistic b/c been there and done that. Has Isaac been dislocating?

Hope he is ok today. BTW, did you know Panadol is not available here? Nope.

BTW They said G didn’t have acute appendicitis, but that doesn’t rule out an “attack?” Could Isaac have had an “attack” and here you’re waiting for the next episode?

I don’t feel good about not knowing why G was sick, and I’m sure you don’t feel so great about Isaac either.

PS here, they have these little sticky foam O’s attached to a … condom-like thing for babies. Surprised they didn’t use one for you… you’re sitting there holding a container and hoping not to get sprayed? Wow.

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Marie June 22, 2009 at 3:19 am

Holy crap. I’m so sorry you both had to go though all though. The Mom of the Year Award goes to… YOU.

Joyce-Anne June 22, 2009 at 5:34 am

You are incredibly strong! I hope this is the last time you both have to go through this.

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anne nahm June 22, 2009 at 5:46 am

Wow – that sounds like hell. Take care.

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frogpondsrock June 22, 2009 at 6:24 am

Oh Sweetheart I am so very proud of you, it a was a very stressful night for all of us. xox

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badness jones June 22, 2009 at 6:37 am

Kisses. It’s a terribly helpless feeling when your little ones are ill and there’s nothing you can do to fix it. I hope you’re all feeling better now.

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Jeanette June 22, 2009 at 7:42 am

Hells bells!! I can just imagine that screaming, glad he’s stopped now an you’re all at home

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Mistress B June 22, 2009 at 9:08 am

glad everyone is ok. Hope it doesn’t repeat.

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Taz June 22, 2009 at 10:22 am

sounds like a horrible night..

hoping he is going to be ok..

thinking of ya..

Catriona June 22, 2009 at 11:36 am

Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry to hear about all of that! I totally know how you feel though. Andrew was diagnosed with Infantile Spasms not too long ago and it’s been one doctor’s visit after another after another. Poor little Isaac!! I really hope that never happens again!! BIG HUGS!!

Tanya June 22, 2009 at 2:15 pm

As I read this, I shuddered.

Emily has screamed once when she got her arm stuck when she was sleeping and it was so loud and blood-curdling that I jumped out of bed in the middle of the night and I don’t think it took me 3 seconds to get to her cradle.

I couldn’t even begin to imagine that scream all night. I would cry too I think.

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Janet B June 22, 2009 at 4:31 pm

What a stressful time you’re having! My daughter had an inguinal hernia in her groin when she was 6 weeks and had to have it repaired. It was not a fun time for us! But she got over it pretty quickly! Funny, I remember them saying it was more common in boys. She had this lump that used to pop up in her groin and when she screamed it got worse and worse! When she stopped crying it went away – no-one could find it!

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river June 22, 2009 at 5:17 pm

I’m glad Isaac is okay and now I have to google intuss-thingy. Is it possible he dislocated something which fixed itself?

Bendy Girl June 22, 2009 at 6:41 pm

Generally in the UK the experts are saying they don’t like to make a formal diagnosis of EDS, especially in boys until they are about 13. In practice this means they treat them exactly as if they do have EDS (if suspected) and are only holding off incase the child is less hypermobile as they age, which often happens.
Having said that, I’ve read much about pseudo obstructions of the bowel in EDS, and also things that seem too obvious too cause so much pain, such as constipation are often extra painful in EDS because of the lack of proper support in the tissues etc.
What is known is that if someone is very lax jointed generally then they’ll probably be just as lax in their bowel ( less so in HMS, more in Classical EDS IIRC)

As for how to know if I has EDS, from the photos I’ve seen he has the characteristic eye shape and colour (though that may mean nothing) but I’d say Mum’s instinct is best, if you think he does then he probably does. Do you think Amy is similarly affected or is it too early to tell?

Hope this never happens again, lots of love BG x x x

Barbara June 22, 2009 at 11:41 pm

I’m glad to hear I’m not the only woman in the world who has slept with her boy on her lap with a pot tucked under his penis. It’s not fun, well done you for not getting pee-d on.

I’m glad to hear he’s ok but sad to hear he has EDS.

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Jenni June 23, 2009 at 12:18 am

Oh, V, it’s just too much on you right now. I’m glad he’s home an doing well. Hope you are catching up on your sleep (heh.)

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Robin G. June 23, 2009 at 3:19 am

Poor kiddo! And poor you! *hug*

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Laura McIntyre June 24, 2009 at 5:35 am

What a horrible night, i hope he is feeling better now.

Seeing your child in pain and being able to nothing about it is horrible, no parent or child should go through it

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Kelley @ Magnetoboldtoo June 24, 2009 at 11:21 am

Oh sweetie.

Crossing fingers that it is just a one off.

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