Bethany's first urgent care visit today.
She was nursing and seemed to eat more than usual, then she vomited (not just spit up) twice in 20 minutes. The first one looked like undigested milk. The second one seemed a little more digested.
When I called the nurse line she said any time there is an infant under 12 weeks who vomits twice or more it is recommended they are seen.
So here we are.
No fever or anything. I still think she just over-ate but as the nurse said, not taking chances with a newborn.
Praying for my girl's health and grateful Daddy got out of training early so we could be here.
So, while I am at urgent care, the PA who I am working with seems kind of nervous to let me go because Bethany is only a 10 day old infant. You just don't mess with infants.
She asks her colleague what to do; they decide to let me feed Bethany and see if she spits up again. I think to myself, "Perfect!" Because I'm still pretty sure she's fine and this is a smart way to confirm that to myself.
I go to feed her, and after 5 minutes burp her, and *Blech* again she emptied the entire contents of her stomach and kind of soaked the blanket on my shoulder as well as getting my shirt fairly wet.
So now I'm nervous.
They don't have somebody in house who can do an ultrasound, and what they are concerned with is Pyloric Stenosis, or the narrowing of the sphincter muscle in her stomach, which would not allow food to pass through. Their recommendation was to head up to the ER at Children's Hospital in St. Paul, and she had already called the ER there so they were expecting me.
I asked her, what if it is this Pyloric Stenosis? She said that Bethany would need surgery to open up the stomach muscle.
Well now I really am kind of nervous. I kept repeating to myself two verses over and over and over: Matthew 6:27 (And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?) and Psalm 119:68 (You are good and you do good...). I was just thinking over and over again, God, I can't do anything for my baby right now but she isn't keeping food down. You knew her before I did, you formed her inside of me when I couldn't see her, and you have kept her healthy all this time before I had any "control" over her health. Please God, help me remember she is in your caring and merciful hands, and that I do not need to worry over her.
But that didn't stop me from being a sobbing mess when I called Chris to tell him I was going to the ER at Children's. He managed to interpret what I was saying, communicated to family, and then met me at the ER a little later. Brenda was also there with me; she called right after they got Bethany all checked in and when she asked how I was doing I just fell apart on the phone. I was perhaps a little more emotional than I might normally be, but consider that I just gave birth. That's the excuse I'm going with. And it is my 10 day old infant, and I think the concern everybody else was showing by getting her into the ER right away was adding to my emotions.
She was given another hospital bracelet (hopefully the last one until she has children of her own) and seen by two doctors before she was given the ultrasound. It was pretty amazing to watch her tiny little body lying on the table with a miniature little hospital gown, getting an ultrasound. And what an amazing medical age we live in that something like this can be diagnosed or evaluated on one so small.
At the Urgent Care the PA had said that the muscle stenosis looks like a little olive on the ultrasound, so I was carefully looking at the screen trying to see if there was an olive, but it really was difficult to read anything on that little screen. Just a bunch of gray blobs to my untrained eye.
Bethany was a champ. Didn't fuss at all through the ultrasound, took the pedialyte well from a bottle... She was just mad about me not feeding her, I thought she was going to undress me. Every once in a while she would look up at me and utter an intentional "wah". Almost like she was asking me "why!?"
Results came back fine. The ultrasound was clear (Praise God!!) and she kept down first some Pedialyte and then some breast milk. All told it was about 5.5 hours of adventure, and I am glad that she appears to be healthy and safe and we are home for the night.
I am going to tuck myself, my baby, and Chris into bed as we prepare for family pictures tomorrow!