Well that was...traumatic

Small child aka the Spawn had an operation on Wednesday morning.

On Monday she had been complaining of a stomach ache, a fact I only became aware of on Monday night, but her father and I just explained it away as a gas pain as she is a very fussy child when it comes to eating and absolutely refuses to eat if she does not like what has been put in front of her and no amount of threats or shouting or even cajoling could get her to eat more than a bite or two if she has decided against it (so not my child I love food and will try anything once). Strange that she loves sushi though.

Tuesday morning she woke up with the stomach ache once more and her father said he would stay home with her. When I got home that afternoon she still in pain and at this point we are still thinking gas. I knew she was not faking because apparently she had been sleeping for the majority of the day, she only sleeps when she is unwell. Her father got her to eat breakfast and lunch which she then proceeded to throw up both times. It was only after I had told her to come upstairs and lie down with me did I realise that she had a fever as well... so then my brain begins to tick and go into overdrive...the thought process went something like...

fever?
gas. does. not. cause. fever.
fever and a stomach ache?
fever, stomach ache and vomiting? oh gods

After a quick look at the bb which was next to me to check symptoms I went downstairs and informed her father that we were taking her to the nursing home (private hospital). We got there at about 8, I could go into details but let me just say that in a five hour period she had blood taken and tested, x rays done, an ultrasound and drips, seen by the doctor on call, a paediatrician was called in and then a paediatric surgeon, at which point we were informed that she had acute appendicitis, peritonitis had set in and she needed surgery right away.

Again long story short, she had the operation at 1 was finished at 2 am Wednesday morning. I realised once again that being a parent is difficult, seeing your child in pain and not being able to do anything about it is torture but i'm good under pressure of that sort, sleeping in a chair in a hospital room is uncomfortable and for some reason they try to freeze you to death in there...Spawn had a nice warm blanket we had brought for her but I was left to my own defences both nights, especially since I was not expecting to be in there the second night..ah well, I still have my fingers and toes and I have my baby who is fine which is the most important part.

So yes there we have it, the condenced version of the past few nights

Some would have noticed that the blog had a notice saying only open to invited readers, the invited reader in this case being only me. I was under the impression that I would take a hiatus and removed myself from most places on the web. Well things change rapidly peritonitis sets in and you find yourself needing an outlet so here I am