K just had his birthday a little over a week ago, and I will be posting pictures soon but before I do that I have been wanting to post this post, I sucked at documenting things like this but just wanted to make sure that we will remember this forever, so I apologize for this lengthy, poor written few paragraphs...
On Thursday morning, May 17th, 2012, at 11 am., I put on a swim outfit on K as we were getting ready for a swim at the pool. We were still at home, at first he was fine, just playing around on the floor as I was also getting changed. As I picked him up, all in a sudden, he screamed and cried in pain. At first I thought maybe I pulled his muscles or something, from the way he expressed his pain physically. Not knowing what's going on, I had this really strong impression to remove his shirt. (And as with our knowledge in my church, the impression that I am talking about was the Holy Ghost... and actually it told me in my mind, loud and clear.) As I did that a big scorpion (about 3 inches long) crawled out of his shirt. I was in horror, because I knew it was this that caused my baby's pain. I started panicking. I hit it with the hardest thing I could grab in my reach, a hardcover Dr. Seuss book, probably like 20 times, while still with K in my one arm, with E standing afar off starring at me, I stopped before I freaked my 2 kids off, and until it didn't move a bit anymore. I didn't know too much about scorpion bites, so I called Tino (and it was my lucky day he was free at the moment to pick up my phone call). He just knew that the venom affects infants far more worse than adults and I needed to take him to the ER right away. I left E with my neighbor, so I could take off with K. (And E was a trooper. As soon as I told him what had happened, he told me he would stay with our neighbor because I had to take K to the hospital.) My hands and my body was shaking so badly, and I was breathing like I had just finished an Insanity workout, and I had to try really hard to calm down so I could get K to the ER as soon as possible, and safely.
I felt so horrible when as I was rushing him to the John C. Lincoln Pediatric ER. During the car trip he was vomiting, screaming and crying, and making scary noises that I didn't even know what he was going through because he was in his car seat rear facing. When I carried him out running to the ER door, his eyes were twitching, his was having spasms and was already getting unconscious, and I could hear that he was having trouble breathing. I was trying really hard to not to show him my fear but tears ran down my cheeks and I screamed at him, "Stay with mommy, K, Stay with me, mommy is taking you to the doctor! You will be ok!" (I never thought that kind of words would have to come out of my mouth to say to my children, especially to a 10-month-old baby.) I thought I was losing him right there. In the back of my head, I was like, "We have just been all thinking about his birthday in a little over a month! He hasn't even have his first birthday yet! Not now! Not like this! Not because of a scorpion!"
As we arrived, they quickly started him on IV (it was hard too to have to watch that big needle being injected into his little hand) and gave him medication to calm him down (and other things, I couldn't even remember), then they started him on the anti venom (and eventually he had about 3-4 doses of the anti venom medication). I was holding him in my arms and there were 5-6 nurses and doctors surrounded me trying to work on K. He was in a really bad shape still, he was crying, and was really uncomfortable. I wish I could take his place to be stung. After 15 minutes or so he was finally a little more settled and they asked me to lay him down and they continued to work on him. His breathing continued to sound funny and seemed to get worse, they explained to me that the venom had protein that caused his airway to be swollen and so he was having difficulty to breathe, so they had to intubate him. (It got more complicated as it was so swollen that even the smallest tube didn't fit in.) At that point, he was put out and they paralyzed him. And Tino excused himself from work and drove over to the ER to see us, about half an hour later.
It was a hard 2-3 hours wait at the ER, but at the same time I was so consumed with the situation it also felt like the time went by way fast. In the meanwhile, they even considered transferring him to the Children Hospital for intensive care if he continue to have trouble with his breathing. After different tries from different doctors, and methods, and time, and he was finally stabilized. He was starting to waking up after about 3 hours and he coughed the tube out (less procedures for the nurses) and he was kicking and moving his little body around. We were so glad to see that he was doing fine.
I stayed with K overnight at the hospital for observation. We were sleeping on a regular hospital bed, and it was a very difficult thing to do sharing with a 10 months old baby who was overly tired and still uncomfortable. He actually almost felt off the bed, too. (And we would just go right back downstairs to the ER??) I think his throat was hurting from intubation and we did not sleep that night at all and he was up and ready to get going 4 o'clock in the morning, but at least he was happy.
It was certain quite an expensive experience, but we learned an extreme valuable lesson. It was incident like this that bring us closer together as a family. It also reminded us how Heavenly Father is always there watching over us, and we just have to listen to the prompting and act upon it. It definitely changed my feeling for my baby K. Not to be confused, of course I have always loved him, but I became even more in love with him. And seems like (and I know) he knew that, too. It make us appreciate life and just glad to be alive and try not to take things for granted.
This was taken after he was stablized. I wish I had the mood to snap a shot at the beginning.
Just woke up, still drowsy from the medication, with droppy eyes.
4 o'clock in the morning, our cute little bud exploring at the hospital playroom.
8 o'clock in the morning, Daddy and big brother came, while waiting for K's pediatric doctor to check us out.
We love you, K. And more happier news coming up...
p.s. My neighbor did confirm to me a few days later that the scorpion that stung K was indeed... dead. They took care of it before Santino got home, so for a while I kept wondering if I had took my revenge on it or not. I used to feel sorry for having to kill them, but that feeling is... gone!