He had been experiencing some discomfort in his lower abdomen for 2 days prior, which he thought was probably just wind or a tummy bug. I knew it was something more. As I carefully drove as fast as I could, I had a feeling it was either appendicitis or maybe kidney stones. Knowing I would have to take him to emergency, I rang around to find someone who could have the Five Little Reasons. Heck, take 1 or 2 little reasons.
After making 5 phone calls, I finally rang my parents. I hate "dumping" them with five children. Let's face it, five is a lot to handle. Even my "easy" kids. So, after a quick trip home for Brett to have a shower and to pack a few things to occupy us during the predicted waiting game, we dropped the kids off at my parents and headed to the hospital.
Brett rolled his eyes at me as I took photos of the 'adventure'. "You really are a blogger!" he laughed.
We checked in and after answering all the usual questions we took our seat to wait. We didn't have time to get comfy before a nurse called our name and ushered us through the glass doors. We were taken to bed #13. Unlucky for some, but as Camille was born on the 13th, it was now a lucky number for us. She asked us if the number was ok. Really? Do people actually turn an emergency bed away because of the number? Apparently so.
A lovely young doctor saw us almost immediately, asking loads of questions and poking around in loads of areas. Brett was a trooper as she hooked him up with a cannula to draw blood and start a hydration drip. I left the room for a moment so she could do a full examination. She seemed to already know what was going on and was mentally preparing us for surgery.
As we waited for the blood and urine tests to come back, I watched my strong husband, wince in pain that was unbearable. My heart sank, knowing I couldn't do anything to help him. I wanted to take his pain away. A nurse finally came back with some pain relief and within 15 mins Brett was flying high.
|As Brett drifted in and out of consciousness, I was thankful for my birthday present.|
After a couple of hours a 2nd doctor came in to do an examination. He explained what was going on as he prodded away at Brett's stomach.
What you have is 1, possibly 2 congenital hernias. Basically, the muscle walls around his small intestines didn't form properly when he was in his mum's tummy. These days, it is picked up not long after a baby is born. Being Brett's age, it was never picked up and there was either no hernia present (just the weak wall), or a very small hernia. Something in the past few weeks has made this hernia larger and now his intestines were polking through the hole.
We were told that at this stage, there wasn't a need for emergecy surgery because his intestine was freely moving in and out of the hole. If it was stuck or twisted, they would be wheeling him into theater. There was no doubt he would need the surgery, however it would be done in the next few weeks.
So now, we wait. Brett has to go back to his GP to arrange an ultrasound and we wait for a phone call from the surgeon in the next couple of weeks. Until then, he has a script to manage the pain and he is forbidden to lift the children or anything more than 1 kg. He also has to manage a good diet to help keep his intestine free from the hernia.
I have been hugging him more than usual today. He keeps saying "Dude... enough with the hugs".
I am thankful that for us #13 is a lucky number.