Room B309

On Friday afternoon, Molly started getting a fever. I'm never one to rush my kids to the dr. and I didn't want to be sitting in urgent care with my 6 week old, so we just watched it. Saturday was a little worse and she was getting pretty fussy but me being the best mom ever thought it meant she would be breaking her fever soon and all would be well. Friday night and Saturday night she did not sleep well. We just stopped waking up every couple hours since she was a newborn and now with her being sick we started that up again.

Sunday morning she had a pretty high fever (101.7) I called my dr. who said to take her to the ER. I was still hesitant but when she started to get pretty pale I knew we had to go in. Again earning my 'Mother of the Year' award I decided to visit Juana first knowing I would be in the ER for a few hours. (That's right, the manager at Sonic and I are on a first name basis!)

We waited and waited until we were called back. They drew some blood, cathed her (not a fun experience), and ran tests. Then we waited, and waited some more. When I was called back they said they were starting an IV of antibiotics and were going to watch her. After some tests came back they said to grab my things and we would go to a room. I WAS NOT happy about that.

Every time a new nurse would come in they would look at Molly turn back around and say they had the wrong chart. Then they would come back in, smile, and say nope it's the right chart, she is just a BIG baby!!

I was just assuming they would give her something to make her fever come down then we would be on our merry way! BUT, her fever kept rising. (103.2) When the dr. came in he said that she had a UTI. Poor Molly. She got an ultra sound that came back normal so our spirits were high!

He said we would be there that night so I settled myself in my comfy cot and tried to get some sleep with the nurses coming in every hour and the kid in the next room screaming bloody murder.

Monday morning they were going to run another test but she had to be fever free for 24 hours. Even with Tylenol and antibiotics Molly couldn't get her fever down. I was annoyed because the dr. said if the ultra-sound came back normal the test we were waiting to take would most likely be normal as well but we were still just waiting for her fever to be gone. Knowing it was going to be awhile, my parents sat with Molly because I desperately needed a shower and see the other kiddos.

I HATE hospitals. Not that anyone loves them but I loathe the smells, needles, midnight nurses... When I came back I was clean, but still tired.

I really could count on one hand how many hours I have slept in 4 days at this point. I was TIRED. I headed down to the cafeteria to get dinner. I saw gorgeous looking coconut pies, cherry pies, and other yummy desserts, but I NEEDED chocolate. Across the way I noticed a guy grabbing a chocolate moose with whip cream. Perfect! I walked over to where he was (I might have even skipped a little) and noticed he took the last one. I bawled my brains out right then and there. This is when I realized I needed some sleep. I shuffled my feet back to Molly's room and plopped down on my 'oh so comfy' cot and I think fell asleep. Watching Molly's demeanor change through the night, I realized she was getting better. At 2:30am Molly's fever broke. She was finally looking like her happy chubby little self! I would've preferred her fever break at a little more convenient time for me but I was still happy!

Tuesday we waited to hear from the dr. and then ran the other tests. We went to radiology to get some x-rays and get some dye in her bladder to see where her urine was going. This is where it gets interesting. The radiologist said they could see instantly where the dye was going but the x-rays we would need to wait a little bit on. So he told me she has Reflux on both of her kidneys. (basically she pees up, not down.) It sucks but can be fixed with antibiotics taken for a year. I was sad but was happy that I knew what the problem was.

When the dr. came in with the x-rays and other test results I was not expecting to hear what he had to say. He drew me a picture of what kidney's should look like and then what hers looks like. Needless to say she needs surgery. I know she doesn't have cancer or any life threatening problem. I know people are in the hospital months on end, so I KNOW it could be worse. However, this is my Molly. I don't want anything to happen to her.

We were discharged and came home. Still apparently tired because I cried in Princess Protection Program which 1. is a Disney show and 2. I have seen 1000 times!

Hopefully in the next few days we will know more about Molly's situation!