On May 29th, Ivy had her one month checkup visit in the morning. The night before she had actually been fussy, and Ivy had never really been truly fussy before. I mentioned that Ivy wasn't herself to the pediatrician and her temperature was taken and she was still in the normal range. But fortunately the pediatrician told me that if her temperature got above 100.4 that she needed to come into the doctor before receiving any medication so that she could be checked. Just a few hours later Ivy's temperature surpassed that. Ben took her in that time because I had to take the other four to Lily's dance rehearsal. Well, I had accidentally left my wallet (which I needed) in the diaper bag that Ben had at the doctor's office. Our office is only 5 minutes away and on the way to the theater so I just thought, no problem, we'll stop by there and grab my wallet. Little did I know what would happen.
I asked the front desk if I could go back to get my wallet or if they could bring it to me. They went back to check which room Ben was in and when they came back they had wide eyes and told my kids to go to a side room where they could color while I went back into Ivy's room. The pediatrician filled me in that Ivy would have to go to the ER. Ben and I made the plan that he would take her to the ER while I took the others to Lily's rehearsal. My parents stayed on call in case we needed them to take the kids if Ivy were to be admitted. The kids and I got home from rehearsal at the same time that my parents pulled in. Not long after, Ben called to say that they were being discharged. We were all relieved.
My parents offered to take the kids that night and so we sent them off just in case. I was up with Ivy at about 2 AM with her night feeding and her fever spiked to over 102 -- which isn't horrible for an adult or even for a kid, but for a newborn it's really dangerous. I called our pediatrician's office, talked to a nurse, and was instructed to go back to the hospital. I woke Ben up and off we went.
Ben dipped a binky in sugar water and put it in her mouth back and forth for almost an hour while they tried to find a vein. They found a vein on their final attempt before resorting to putting an IV in her head. After a spinal tap and some blood tests, the doctor decided to admit Ivy. So we moved upstairs to a room in the pediatric wing.
Ivy's fever wasn't really changing much, even while on Tylenol. So we had to keep her naked in a cool room to help naturally bring it down. It goes against every maternal instinct to watch your baby shiver and not pick her up and wrap her in a blanket. That was the hardest part of the whole hospital trip for me.
She needed Tylenol every 4 hours in order to do anything for her fever. Typically that meant that the first 3 hours on it she was unaffected by the medication and the fourth hour it would come down. Then it would go back up after that one hour and we would repeat the cycle.
We had no idea what was wrong with her and so she was tested for a bajillion things. She had skin, blood, urine, stool, saliva, and other tests that I probably don't even remember. Only one test came back not normal. We found out that her liver was inflamed. This was a problem because Tylenol is hard on the liver and so our options were to either fight the fever with Tylenol (she's too young for Motrin) and hurt her liver more, or help her liver by not giving her Tylenol. We resorted to keeping her unwrapped and only giving her Tylenol every 6 hours instead of every 4.
I stayed with Ivy each night while Ben went home for normal sleep. Then I would try to get a 2 or 3 hour nap when he'd come back in the morning after getting about 2 hours of combined sleep each night.
We were all really tired.
Ivy is a cuddler but I couldn't hold her while sleeping and so the only thing I could find to keep her happy and asleep while in her crib while she was feeling this miserable was to play music on my phone. So I turned lullabies on for hours.
After a few days our team of doctors decided it must have been an unknown viral infection and that we could go home. Her fever was stabilizing at that point and we felt confident she was getting better.
This is the one thing I really felt like I needed a picture of. This poor baby had her hand wrapped up like this this whole time she was in the hospital to keep her IV in place. Ripping all that tape off was painful for her. We are thankful that Ivy recovered quickly after because Ben's parents flew into town just a few hours after we were discharged. We were so fortunate with the timing.