Basically, the last month of my pregnancy is cartoon-like.
Back to the real story here though, the reason we spent Chubby Vegan Thanksgiving 2012 in the emergency room and why my husband is never allowed to take two consecutive days off from work EVER again.
Let's start with Thanksgiving eve. For once, we had gotten off our butts and prepped for our big carb-filled, probably-too-sweet feast the night before. Chubby Vegan Dad peeled all the potatoes for me (something I'm petrified to do because I'm convinced I'll peel my finger off), I had them boiled and assembled in their dishes, simply awaiting further baking or garnish the next morning. I got every last bit of our dessert assembled (and boy was it cute!) and we had finally prepared enough the night before to be able to wake up leisurely the next day and not have to cook everything off. The only thing we had left was the stuffing, the easy, easy stuffing.
Right before we went to bed that night Pearyn started complaining of a burning sensation when she peed. You may remember last year's debacle where we found ourselves wrist deep in pee and fully enlightened on the topic of toddler bladder infections. Of course being the "glass is probably half empty when it comes to sickness around the holidays" that I am, I assumed it was a bladder infection and gave the doctor on call a quick ring. He told me to go ahead and look for any external reasons it would be hurting and sure enough, our little girl was a little red. So we treated her redness and for the next 18 hours, Pear didn't have anything else to say on the topic.
I thought we were in the clear.
Thanksgiving day was pleasant. We got to my parents house early (thanks to all that prepping the night before) and we seriously gobbled up some Gardein turkey cutlets (I was too lazy and giant, crabby pregnant to tackle making our own seitan roast this year), some sage and brown butter mashed potatoes, a sweet potato casserole (complete with candied pecans and vegan marshmallows), stuffing and roasted lemon broccoli. We even had a chance to try the perfectly set-up pumpkin pudding pie "lust" cake. (Recipes to come later this week). It was pretty much magical. Chubby Vegan Dad watched some football and Pearyn even laid down for a nap, with ease.
I should have known something bad was headed our way.
Pearyn woke up from her nap on the less-than-angelic side, in fact, she was downright pissy. It only took about 10 minutes for her to start wailing and clawing at her stomach, which of course set off the "crap, she does have a UTI" alarm in me. I spent the next hour or so feeling like the worst mother in the world (something that happens more than I'd like). After deeming her inconsolable, we packed up and headed to the emergency room, because it was Thanksgiving and there was no where in the world that was open. And the last thing I wanted to do was wait around a whole night for this to get worse.
They collected a urine sample, they took her temperature, they pushed all around her stomach and a few hours later we found out, there was no bladder infection.
But there was another partial blockage in her intestines.
ANOTHER blockage, because the one we faced in Hilton Head during the great cantaloupe-induced samonella poisoning of 2012 wasn't enough.
I should have known better. I should have seen the signs. She acted in the exact same manner as she did the night we rushed her to the hospital in Hilton Head, scared to death that she was having an attack of appendicitis or something else every parent dreads.
Instead, she had a bunch of poop stuck in her intestines. AGAIN. Of course, she hadn't had any loose stools and even had a completely normal bowel movement not even 12 hours earlier that day, so how she got blocked up is beyond me.
I know children that live off of a diet of goldfish crackers and chocolate milk, or worse, McDonald's How the heck is SHE getting backed up?
So far the only answer we've been provided with is "it can be common in children this age, until the age of five even." But after having a doctor tell us that in young girls, UTI's can be incredibly common as well and then finding out that meant 8 out of 100 (which I don't know about you but doesn't sound very common to me), I'm left racking my brain at night trying to figure out what to do for her.
She's not normally like this, she's had battles with small stomach bugs that have left her unscathed, in fact, you could hardly tell anything was even bugging her, so for something to be making her lash out this violently and scratching at her stomach, waking up in the middle of a sound sleep crying "ow my stomach hurts, make it stop." it makes me worry.
We have an appointment to talk with her doctor about things, I'm hoping at the very least if we don't get some sort of answer we at least get some help in the right direction.
All I know is that I can't bear to see her feel like this anymore and to be honest, I'm not sure how much more of it this sleep-deprived, zombie-of-a-mom can handle either, without snapping on the whole world.