So Ellie was sick earlier this week (and still spiking the occasional fever), but now Rhiannon is sick too. The difference between a three year old getting sick and an almost one month old getting sick? The one month old gets hospitalized as a precaution.
So here we are, back at Gleneagles, four weeks to the day that Rhiannon was born several floors below us, and where we cuddled in our first room one floor above us.
Rhiannon had trouble keeping down her milk, so at around 10pm last night, we made the tough choice to allow her to be IV’d. An IV in our baby is a scary prospect…moreso for us than for the average parent, because Elanor’s brush with death began with four knocked out IV’s and the bacteria that found its way into her body via one of those open wounds created by the absence of the IV. It doesn’t help matters that her terrifying re-admission to the hospital was three years ago today, precisely.
It also does not help matters that Rhiannon seems to be anti-IV as her elder sister. She wants to eat the IV.
We tried safety pinning her IV’d arm to the mattress. Rhiannon somehow used that safety pin to cantilever her body into the idea position to gum at the bandages covering the IV on her arm.
We then tried taping her arm to the side of her isolette. She pulled her arm free.
Finally, and hopefully successfully, we seem to have come between her and the IV, by putting a sock over her hand/arm.
Rhi will be fine. She’s stopped projectile vomiting, and is on her 24 hour drip. With luck she’ll go home Saturday or Sunday. I’m at the hospital with her, breastfeeding as she tolerates and pumping otherwise.