Tell me this photo isn't one of the saddest things you've ever seen. That's poor little baby Miles in his prison-style crib at Children's Hospital, with baby hosptial socks, and a teeny tiny baby IV in his arm, pumping him full of antibiotics.
We woke Sunday to our cheerful boy, but two hours later he was howling in pain when he pooped. I changed him and noticed a pee sized lump that was hard to the touch and made him scream like the dickens when I touch it.
We called the on-call pediatrician and within an hour, before she even called back, the lump had formed a white head. She sent us to the ER, although she stressed she was not overly worried, just wanted it to get drained before it got larger and more painful. The ER doctor diagnosed Miles with a peri-anal abscess and sent us to Children's to have it drained by a pediatric surgeon.
By the time we got to Children's the abscess was nearly the size of a dime, and when the ER nurse lifted Miles' legs to examine it, it burst. The pediatric surgeon came in and examined him to see if the infection was deeper in the tissue and it was not, so surgery was not needed but she did want to draw blood to confirm that the infection had not spread.
The blood work came back with an elevated white count so Miles was admitted and put on an IV antibiotic. The blood culture came back negative for sepsis and a day and a half later, the wound culture came back positive for staph. Luckily, we caught it so early our little guy never even spiked a fever. Every doctor we saw told us how lucky we were. Had it spread to the blood...I tear up even to think. Sepsis can so easily be fatal for a baby as young as Miles. We are so, so lucky. So lucky.
He breastfed a lot in the hospital, and neither of us slept very well due to our roommate who also had a staph infection, but it had not been caught so early and she was spiking 105 degree fevers.
We are home after two nights in the hospital with an oral antibiotic. I'm thankful we had access to such a good hospital and the health insurance to pay for it. I'm thankful for the kind hands and words of the nursing and support staff at Children's Hospital. I'm thankful that Miles is healthy and strong.
I'm off to sleep in my own bed tonight after two nights on a pull out chair. Sweet dreams.