On Monday, I noticed Wyatt had a pretty bad bruise on his forehead. I showed Mark, and told him I didn't remember him bonking his head that hard, or crying at all about it. It was a little strange. I dismissed it because he is an active one year old still learning to be steady on his feet.
Mark flew out for work Monday night, and then the next morning, as I was getting him dressed for the day I started finding all these crazy bruises.
The pictures don't do them justice. They were mean looking bruises, in strange places-like the crook of his elbow.
I called the pediatrician, and they said to bring him right in. The first thoughts running through my head were leukemia. Mark's dad had leukemia, so I knew it was in the family...is that genetic??? I had no idea. By the time I got to the doctor I had talked myself down, and figured I was over-reacting. But then the doctor took blood tests and told me they were going to rush the results and call me as soon as they had them. They would send me to the ER or the blood specialist THAT DAY. Ok, now I'm freaking out.
The doctor wrote this on the paper they cover the exam table with. She said, she thought it was ITP, but couldn't be sure without the blood results.
She sent us home, I laid Wyatt down for a nap and started calling people. I needed to figure out childcare for the different scenarios. I received a call from the doctors office and they told me it did look to be ITP, and the blood specialist had been called and was expecting me. Deep breaths!
My friend and cousin were so amazing. They rearranged things to be able to man my other kids until my mom and dad could get here from St. George.
I got Wyatt and headed to the specialist. He told me all the information and scary stats, that they are obligated to tell you...and then they admitted us into the children's hospital across the street. He needed platelets, specifically IVIG. They want your platelet count to be 150-400, Wyatt was at 4. He was at a very high risk for internal bleeding. And how exactly are you suppose to keep a very active one year old from getting bumped and bonked?!?!?
For example, his favorite spot in the hospital room was under the bed! :)
Amazing men from our ward organized for Wyatt to be able to get a blessing, and he was a champ through the whole thing. His veins were really hard to find, and when they did get an IV started it would go bad. He had to get stuck way more than a little munchkin should have to.
The whole process was long and rough, but we made it through and finally got the ok to head home.
We had been in the hospital for 2 days, it was 10 at night, I finally got Wyatt buckled in the car to go home and put him in his own bed and he started throwing up, and throwing up, and throwing up. I'll admit it. At this point, I completely lost it. I called my mom sobbing and didn't know what to do. Every part of me didn't want to walk back into that hospital...I just wanted to take my baby home!
I put the car back in Park, and loaded a baby covered in vomit into the stroller, and headed back into the ER. The attendant couldn't understand me because I couldn't pull myself together and talk without crying. I wanted to tell them all, "I'm normally able to handle a lot, I promise! I don't normally have melt downs!" They kept giving me that look, the "oh great, a basket-case, first time mom" look. Whatever!
They contacted the doctors upstairs, gave Wyatt an anti-nausea tablet, and an hour and a half later, sent us back out to our car. I guess it was just a side-effect of the IVIG treatment.
We have so blessed with healthy strong children. I am so grateful that I don't have to live in a hospital like so many of those children I saw do! I pray for strength for those moms!
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