The scariest day of my life.
That’s been today.
I had some light-hearted post ready to publish this morning. But Jedi still wasn’t feeling well, his eyes sunken and his mouth dry and he was just so tired, that I put it off until after we took a visit to the doctor. I was expecting to come away with an obligatory bottle of pink antibiotics and call it a day. It’s just an ear infection, I thought, or some other kind of bug picked up from his first week of kindergarten. Instead he was sent for blood work and we were advised to stick around, we would have the results stat.
When they finally came in, we were told to drive immediately to the hospital. His blood sugar numbers, which are supposed to be around 100, were over 820. Whatever they call the number that measures dehydration, which should never be any higher than 20, was at 50. He needed fluids and insulin, stat.
I had no idea. How is it possible to not have any idea something so wrong is going on in our body? My son, my little 6 year old, spent the day getting IV’s poked in his hands and fingers pricked. In the PICU. More blood drawn. More medicine. More fluids. His sodium levels were high. His potassium numbers were off. Apparently, his system was going haywire. Or shutting down. Or, God, I don’t even want to think about it.
The light-hearted posts can wait. Until he’s back at school, with a new regimen of unfortunate but necessary injections and healthier habits. Ones that he’ll need to keep for the rest of his life. We’ll make it work, he just needs to get better. Stat.