My Poor Baby
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Okay so its been a while since I've blogged because this month has been stressful and I didn't want to complain. A lot of things out of my control have been going on but this weekend is the worse. My daughter had a swollen red area on her upper arm and I kept telling her to go to the doctor. She's 19 and thinks that she is fine no matter what and unfortunately I can't make her do anything anymore. But as the week has gone on the area has gotten larger and was warm to the touch, she couldn't move it and was in a lot of pain. I finally convinced her to go to the doctor. So yesterday evening she went in figuring they'd give her some antibiotics and send her on her way. Well it was worse than either of us knew and they immediately admitted her to the hospital for IV antibiotics. She ended up having a Staph Infection and its pretty bad but thankfully hasn't moved to her blood or bones. So we figured a couple days since they said at least 48 hours of IV meds but then today her arm has gotten worse and they have decided surgery is needed. Again we underestimated the seriousness of the situation and hung out watching TV and complaining about being hungry until the surgeon came in to look at her and see if he needed to do the surgery right away. He was concerned which is never a good sign. The infection is getting bigger and is causing her a lot of pain and difficulty moving. The surgeon said she needed surgery tonight and as soon as possible. Basically he has to cut out a chunk of her arm and then wash out all the infection and then leave the wound open and let it heal from the inside out. She's going to have a lot of scarring and take a long time to heal and will need to spend days in the hospital. The alternative....lose her arm or maybe her life. This is serious and I'm so worried about her and little upset that she didn't listen to me and go to the doctor sooner. I hate leaving her there. I hate the idea of my baby being cut open. I hate all of this and I'm so worried about her and all I can do is help care for my granddaughter and let her keep my laptop there with her to try and comfort her. I've also got to try and care for myself and my two sons without falling apart with worry about my daughter. I'm the opposite of an emotional eater and when upset I just don't eat at all. I hate all this that I can't control or even influence a little. I hate that I can't be there for my daughter and can't make her feel better or take away her fear. Anyway I'm very worried even though I know she'll be okay. It's bad and she unfortunately waited long enough to need surgery but as it stands now she won't lose her arm or her life and that is what matters. She will heal and hopefully learn a valuable lesson about caring for her health. Ugh I feel like going back the hospital but I promised to care for her baby since she can't when all I really want is to care for mine. Well anyway I know you all were asking about what was going on and really I needed to talk about it a bit. I guess I should get some dinner now.