Thursday
Jul222010

MRSA

Here's a fact: Elaine has MRSA.

After the surgery the surgeon came out and told us how everything went. He mentioned that beneath the skin around the stitches, Elaine's finger was infected and there was an abscess, which he drained and cleaned and then did the surgery as he planned. For that reason he put her on an antibiotic.

I don't remember if he told us he took a tissue sample or not, but he did, THANK GOD HE DID, because I got the culture results in an email from the lab. The result was that the sample had tested positive, twice, for moderate growth of MRSA.

That's it. That's all the email said. Usually when I've been emailed results it's followed a few minutes later by the doctor saying, "everything's normal, you're fine." This time, not only was everything NOT FINE, I had no further direction or course of action.

I picked up the phone to call the doctor, but called my Mom instead, to tell her what happened and ask her to pray.

Then I called the doctor. I got a nurse in the orthopedic office. She immediately sent someone to go alert our doctor (hand surgeon) that Elaine was positive for MRSA. Then she filled out a formal phone message for him and told me to expect a call from him soon. I waited an hour and a half and then called back. She said she'd been unable to hear from him and sent another message and paged him. She checked to see if anything had been ordered for Elaine and still nothing.

I waited and prayed and sobbed into my husband's shoulders.

And waited and prayed more.

And waited.

The nurse finally called back and told me our doctor had been consulting with three other doctors (not sure what kind, I'm hoping one was a dr. of infectious disease, but I didn't have the presence of mind to ask) to determine what the best plan would be. The culture responded best to a certain antibiotic, which is what they were planning to dose her with, but they were still determining the correct dosage. In the mean time, I was to take her to get blood drawn, and we set up an appointment with Elaine's pediatrician for tomorrow morning.

I took Elaine to the lab (poor sweet child) and she did as well as could be expected. They took four tubes of blood and only one (SED rate) result has returned. Her SED rate is 27. Normal adult (from what I know) is between 0 and 20. So this shows that her body is very obviously fighting an infection.

While I was getting the blood drawn, the doctor called and talked to Superman, explaining the switch in antibiotics, and saying the prescription was ready to be picked up. I was sad to miss getting to talk to the doctor, but it was convenient that I was already there to get the meds. The doctor asked about Elaine and how she was doing and I am so relieved that EVERYTHING has gone SWIMMINGLY since surgery. You would never even suspect surgery, if it weren't for a giant purple cast and occasional fussiness (but she's teething with her canines, so honestly, the poor girl has lots of reasons for pain!) Her cold is almost completely gone, she never had a fever and has accepted the cast quite willingly. The fingers outside the cast (thumb, ring and pinky) are perfectly normal - no swelling, hotness, redness or rash. She's not even favoring the cast arm, and will swing it around, thump on things with it, and use it to crawl when playing "lion." The doctor made it very clear that if she starts fighting the cast and wanting it off he personally wants to see her. Of course we'll alert them if anything else changes as well.

I suppose she picked up the MRSA in the ER when she got stitches. Either that or it's community associated MRSA. I don't know which I'd rather. I did my best to keep her finger clean/dry, but with a very active, teething toddler it's tough. She would pick at the bandaid, or put them in her mouth and get it all wet when it was on, but of course if the bandaid's off, then the finger's even more exposed. I did the best I could.

The antibiotics she started (clindamycin) are the real deal. They would cost $200 something without insurance and are used only for serious bacterial infections. She'll be on them 3 times a day for the next two weeks. A few days before the end of the 2 weeks is her follow up appointment for the surgery at which point I expect they'll remove the cast to take out the wire in her finger, and then probably re-cast her for a few more weeks.

I wish wish wish I could cut a little window in the cast to just look at her finger. Just seeing if it was inflamed and swollen or not would make me feel so much better (or worse.) I know that for now, though, the best place for it to be is in that cast where the environment is as sterile as it's going to be, and hopefully the antibiotic will knock the rest of the infection out.

Dear God, I hope so.

Tuesday
Jul202010

Surgery

I could fall over in a weepy, grateful heap right now.

I sort of already did, after they put her in my arms post-surgery and un-hooked and un-clipped almost everything from her. She was fussy, not all the way awake but awake enough to know my arms and voice and quiet down (one of my favorite things about being a mother.) I calmed her down until she fell asleep and then everyone left and I sat there alone, staring at her gorgeous face, kissing her and whispering to her and God through my thankful tears.

Of course she did fine. Everything was fine. There were no problems with the anesthesia. Surgery went just like the surgeon thought it would. He repaired the tendon and her index and middle fingers are in a cast that extends all the way past her elbow (to be sure she can't do anything to wiggle it off.)

She slept off the anesthesia and then woke up in a very pleasant mood to enjoy an otter pop and graham cracker before going home.

The nurse said she might throw up on the car ride home and then expected her to sleep for several more hours. She also probably wouldn't be as coordinated as usual, so make sure to watch her and help her as needed.

Elaine never threw up, ate a moderately-sized lunch, took a 15 minute nap and appears to be exactly as coordinated as usual. She seems to be hardly in any pain at all (thank you, meds!) and has accepted the cast a lot more willingly then I expected.

Thursday
Jul152010

In the jungle, the mighty jungle...

Dear Elaine,

The scissors were my fault, but if you persist in doing things like this (toddler bed coming soon, don't worry) I'm (very) afraid you take after your mother even more than I initially thought. I hope you are also blessed with good balance (where it seems common sense is lacking) and may your ER trips be few and FAR between.

With love,

Mommy

Tuesday
Jul062010

Perilous labeling

I know I said I would blog about how poor Elaine got stitches and an appointment with an orthopedist, but I just haven't had time until now, and I really don't have a ton of time right now.

Basically it was one part accident plus one part distracted mom plus one part big sister who has lots to learn re: scissor safety.

I was in the master bathroom trying to quickly brush my teeth without anyone waking up the sleeping Superman. Elaine was shrieking at my feet so I grabbed a ziploc bag out of the bathroom drawer that was labeled "nail clippers/tweezers" and tossed it to her. She was sitting at my feet. Val came in a few seconds later and they were opening the bag and discussing it's contents. I'm normally very good at labeling things and not putting mislabeled things into a labeled location (the thing will just remain homeless until I can put it where it goes) so I didn't double check the items in the bag too closely as I was only intending it to be a distraction for 45 more seconds. Plus, I fully expected it to contain nothing more than nail clippers and tweezers.

Well, that's all it takes, folks.

Next thing I know Elaine is SCREAMING and I look down to see Val holding SCISSORS that are around Elaine's right index finger. They're the small, baby nail-trimming kind that we have never used and thus the scissors were VERY sharp. I could tell the cut was deep but there was so much blood I couldn't really see how bad it was. I paced around the house for a minute or two, tightly holding a rag to poor Elaine's finger while I tried to determine a reasonable course of action.

I had to get her to the ER because I was pretty sure it would need stitches or glue or something. Maybe an adult wouldn't have required it but on a 1.5 year old... there's no way it was going to be kept still and dry and clean enough to just use band-aids.

So I woke up Superman (who was a mere 1.5 hours into his day's sleep) and off we went. I sat twisted around the whole way, holding onto Elaine's finger.

The ER wasn't busy, thankfully, except for a lady who had just been hit by a car (!!!) while bicycling. A good Samaritan wheeled her in a wheelchair - why she didn't accept the ambulance ride I have no idea.

The Dr. first tried glue which worked rather well, but then the more we looked at it the more the Dr. was concerned that perhaps Elaine's TENDON had been cut, because she wasn't straightening her finger all the way. We tried all sorts of things to get her to point and move that finger and she just wasn't doing it. So the Dr. said he wanted a better look and then he'd just stitch it. So that's what we did. He ended up not being able to see very well (such a tiny finger) so he still didn't know if the tendon was hurt or not.

Oh now I remember why I wanted to wait to blog this - I have a picture of Elaine giving us the cheesiest smile after we strapped her into the straight-jacket board thing.

Anyhow, they numbed up her finger and went to work. I wasn't able to watch very much as I was doing everything I could to comfort and console my girl, but apparently it was only (!) five stitches. Both the nurse and the Dr. commented on how well Elaine did, considering. Poor girl was screaming "UP! UP! UP!" (as in pick me up, Mommy) and "ALL DONE! ALL DONE!" I was right there kissing her, holding her other hand, hugging her, stroking her head, singing to her... utterly heartbreaking.

The nurse designed the coolest bandage for the finger. I mean, I know they have lots of practice, but he designed it so perfectly to maximise the chances of it remaining on the finger of a 1.5 year old. I was impressed.

And then we set an appointment with an orthopedist and the ER Dr. mentioned HAND SURGERY and I shuddered and cringed and berated myself further.

Then we fled to the parking lot where Superman and Val waited. Val was buckled in, playing with some toys and Superman reclined in the passenger's seat, with the front windows down. Without giving it much thought, I reached in the window and lightly touched Superman's arm to wake him up and let him know we were back.

Holy cow.

The second I touched him he bolted upright, his other arm flew up to grab my arm and a split second later his other hand was ready to... I don't know, punch me or something. But then he saw it was me and I was holding Elaine and he and woke all the way up and of course I was saying, "it's me, it's me, it's me, it's ok, it's just me!"

It's nice to know he has good reflexes though, even when dozing off. Beware!

And so ends the adventure of the sliced finger, at least this installment. Hopefully I'll have a good report after the appointment on Friday, though given what I've observed since, I'm pretty sure the tendon is damaged.

 

Monday
Jul052010

What a relief

"You can't help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn't spell it right; but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count."

- Winnie the Pooh