Today marks day two in the hospital and finally some news. We knew Quinlyn had a UTI, but they weren’t sure if the bacteria that showed up in the blood culture stemmed from the UTI or from something else. They drew another culture yesterday and today we got the results that there is no bacteria—at least none showing up after 24 hours. They will check that same culture tomorrow to see what appears after 48 hours and they drew MORE blood today for a culture they will read tomorrow.
Quin has had no fever and after they removed the IV they had put in her foot, she has been much happier. I think it was too tightly taped up. Today she has hardly cried, except when they had to draw blood and find a new spot for the IV, which required an ultrasound machine to locate veins. Her arms, hands, and foot are a mass of bruises.
Policy for young babies under two months is a mandatory 10-day hospital stay, but the doctors who admitted us yesterday indicated that as long as the cultures were clear, we might go home tomorrow. Today’s doctor was more conservative and wanted us to stay ten full days, even if all her cultures were perfect. I asked her why, so she spoke with the rest of the doctors and fell to a (happy?) medium of five days. IF the cultures are clear.
Five days seems like a long time for a baby who is happy and seems healthy and is so far rocking her blood cultures. I know that we could always get back a bad one tomorrow or something could take a turn, but everything indicates that she simply has a UTI and some of the bacteria from that was in her blood. The end.
I’m so thankful that it doesn’t seem to be something worse and that Quin is so much happier today. She cried more yesterday than she has in her whole life. It was pitiful. And seeing her tiny hands clouded with dark bruises is difficult. There are some very sick kids here, and I am grateful for the fact that we are not in that position.
When things like this happen, I look for reasons. WHY did we end up here? What is the greater purpose? Are we being protected from something worse? Is there something bad that will be caught in time because we are here?
We like why’s, but we don’t always get them. I’m trying to make the most of my time, writing and blogging when Quin doesn’t want to be held. It’s an odd kind of solace and I really miss the rest of my family. Maybe in the future I’ll see something that came from this hospital visit, but for now, it is simply an odd time that we are handling because we don’t have a choice.
I appreciate all the prayers and the offers to help from those of you who know us in real life. It’s great to have support! I look forward to writing the words: “We are home.” Hopefully Sunday.
Meanwhile I need to do some jumping jacks to avoid the bed sore that I suspect is forming from sitting on this vinyl couch.