I was 19 years old when I had my first daughter...I know young, but I felt I would be ok.
Kaylee was born on March 1st, a beautiful little girl born via C-Section.
A month and a half later, April 17th, she had spiked a fever of 103F and was lathargic. Knowing that babies should not get a fever especially that high I phoned my friend to take us to the hospital. When I got there I was treated with little respect because I was a young mom. I was told that my daughter had a cold, which I argued because she did not have a stuffy nose or chest congestion. The doctor literally patted my hand and said "your just being an over-protective new mom". At this point I almost lost it on the doctor, but my friend calmed me down and we went home. All that night Kaylee wimpered like a puppy, and I knew in my heart she wasnt ok. The next morning, my 20th birthday might I add, my grandmother called to wish me a happy b-day, and I told her what was up. She told me to get her back to the hospital. As I was getting her dressed I notice small little bruises on her...thinking that they were just bruises from the night before from the doctor I didnt think anything of it.
I had brought Kaylee to the Children's Outpatient Centre, where I knew they would take me seriously.
As Kaylee was being triaged I mentioned the little bruises to the nurse and she demanded that I take off her harness (Kaylee was also born with dislocated hips). So I proceeded to take off the harness and to my shock those little bruises had grown to large, black marks that covered most of her legs. I paniced...I knew something was REALLY wrong. At that point the nurse ran out the room, and the next thing I knew a doctor in a mask and gown and was scooping her out of my arms and running down the hall way with her into a room filled with tons of people all in masks and gowns. I chased after them. As I was in the room with all that was going on, at this point no one told me what was going on...I finally grabbed someone and demanded to know what was wrong with my child. As it had turned out she was in the final stages of meningitis. I was told that if I had stopped for coffee on the way to the hospital she would have died in the car.
A lot after that was a blur. She was rushed to another hospital by ambulance with a doctor and nurse on board and was immediatly quarentined and hooked up to what looked like a million different wires. I was never so scared in my life.
7 days later she again spiked a fever and as it turned out she was then diagnosed with blood poisoning as a result of the meningitis. I had spent a total of 5 weeks in the hospital with little baby, watching her have brushes with death, standing by and listening her cry as more and more needles were put into her tiny little body. It was the hardest 5 weeks of my life, all of which could have been prevented if the doctor in the ER would have taken me a bit more seriously.
Today Kaylee is an extremely smart 4 year old with NO SIDE EFFECTS!!!
Unfortunitly with meningitis side effects can show many years later, so we are not out of the woods yet, but I am just happy to have my little girl happy and healthy.
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