Those hopes were soon shot down as Peyton's numbers rose every hour. It is such an adrenaline rush watching that monitor tell me exactly what I don't want to see. Last night was by far one of the worst nights for both Trev & I in the last 3 weeks. We had been with him since about 8. He had started going up around 6, so when his number was higher we upped the insulin. He started at a .023 insulin drip & at our highest point with a BG (blood glucose) of around 480 we got up to .18, we have never been that high...EVER. It broke my heart to see him cry & not be able to do anything. Our nurse practitioner Ashlee, along with 3 other nurses checked everything he was hooked up to & could not find any clamped or kinked spots & they checked the insulin to make sure everything was written & ordered correctly. We couldn't find anything. It felt horrible... I felt lost, like we were starting at square one again. Confused & heartbroken.
We decided around midnight, to go back to our room to get some sleep & Becky (our most amazing night nurse) would call us with his next glucose. Fear entered our hearts & minds again as it came back higher & he kept desatting & stopped breathing a couple times. So oxygen became necessary, not a huge deal. He had it about a week ago, he gets to comfy while he is in a deep sleep & has trouble remembering to breathe...we know this is as a normal.
Next, since we had decided there was no visible kink or clamp we needed to do an X-Ray to check his PICC Line to make sure that there wasn't a kink, or it hadn't moved itself around somehow. That checked out to be good news!!! Everything looked really good with that. We then had to give him an IV to give him antibiotics because since there was no visible problems we thought maybe he was starting to fight some kind of infection. We had to also do a blood culture, urine culture & a lumbar puncture (spinal tap) to check for any blood infections, urinary tract infection & make sure the white & red blood cells are doing what they need to. The poor thing was being poked for his glucoses every hour as well.
Getting his lumbar puncture. Such a brave little baby.
At 5:00 a.m. we were finally making progress with dropping his glucose numbers & we decided it was bedtime. This morning when we got back we were told the reason why his numbers were so high.... when the nurses have to do a new syringe the insulin has to sit in the tubes for a minimum of 30 minutes, his nurse yesterday did NOT do that. He screwed up big time. Because it didn't have proper time in the tubes the harm of that showed up last night, & no one knew why until this morning. We are still trying to bring his numbers down, I just talked to his night nurse and his last one at 8:00 was 344. His range today was 184-344.
I am so frustrated at the thought of somebody having this kind of job & not doing everything necessary to keep the baby healthy. I just can't kick the thought of him being that dangerously high & the possibility of him dying. I know that every one is human & no one is perfect, but Peyton is my baby & to know he was in that great of danger is just unforgivable at this moment. There are other nurses who have done so good with him & made sure everything is the way it needs to be. Some people can just multi-task better than others I guess.
I think back to 8 or 9 yesterday night & how scared I was, I cried, I was mad that diabetes is keeping my baby away from home, sad that he was not feeling well & all I could do was listen to him cry & heartbroken because as a mom you want to take away every ounce of your child's pain away & I can't do anything for Peyton...
It breaks my heart that my baby is the "rare" baby that has to go through this & be a guinea pig for all of this. Like I have said before this is found in 1 in 500,000 babies. & sometimes I find myself asking Why? What is the reason God gave this trial to my family? I know that's not a positive attitude..but this is all so new to me that I hate even the thought if it... I find myself getting upset when I wake up in the middle of the night to a bad dream instead of a crying, hungry baby. I'm so sad that he's not a home with us.
I feel like, even though he is only a few hours away & eventually going to come home, we are missing a part of our family. It's a horrible feeling.
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