I Wanted to Beat them Down
Ayinde was in such misery. Upon arrival, they wisked us right back to the doctors who wanted to hook up an IV. I guess Spirit had another idea because after 12 pokes (that’s right they stuck my baby 12 times), they still couldn’t get his veins. He was too chubby. Imagine how painful it is to watch people hurt your baby (in an attempt to help him) and you can’t beat them down. Ayinde is screaming and looking terrified wondering why is this happening and why are you watching and doing nothing. After that, I said, “no more.” All of his liquids will be by mouth. And, as God would have it, Ayinde did not require an IV. Between syringes full of breastmilk and pedialyte mixed with grape juice, I was able to hydrate him myself. Ayinde was admitted early Saturday morning. I have never seen him sleep so much. He had to have oxygen to help him breathe. The next day, he cried all day and then I cried all evening. The stress was unbelievable. By the third day things were looking up.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
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My son just had a stay in the hospital last week. He too was too chubby and they poked him 3 and I called it quits and told them to just try later since it wasn't an emergency, so I know it must have been horrible for you and Ayinde and I also know that look that they give you. It's a look that says, "Mommy make them stop, why aren't you making them stop!" So yes, I feel you when you say I wanted to beat them down!"
I can only imagine how painful that must have been. Wishing you and your family love and strength.
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