When my daughter was born, she became everything to me. Every little spot on her skin, every sound she made and every movement I watched became important. If one minor thing was off, it felt like the end of the world. The night my world came crashing down still sticks with me to this day. My daughter woke up screaming in the middle of the night, and I ran as fast as I could to her room. She was shivering so hard her teeth were chattering, she felt burning hot to the touch, and every joint in her body was excruciatingly painful. She had a temperature of 105 and could barely keep her eyes focused on me. We immediately rushed to the emergency room.
The Poor Staff at the Emergency Room
I was a hysterical and frantic mother trying to figure out what was wrong with her baby when I arrived at the ER. I could not control my voice or my body language. Thankfully the nurses and doctors were completely understanding. They began to run a series of tests and after what seemed to be years but in reality was hours, they couldn’t figure out what was wrong. They ended up having to life flight my daughter and me up north to the children’s hospital where I fell in love with the pediatric emergency staff there.
Pediatric Emergency Saved my Daughter
They had nurses and specialists waiting for us on arrival, and they immediately sprang into action. My daughter was in a coma-like state by this point, and it was horrifying to watch. After several hours, and several doctors later, they finally had an educated guess as to what might be wrong with my daughter.My precious 13-year-old daughter had Lupus, a horrible autoimmune disorder that was attacking her healthy organs and tissues inside and out. The condition is incurable, and she will have to live with it for the rest of her life.
An Answer, Now What?
I was so grateful to the pediatric emergency staff for helping my daughter, who was now fully awake, the pain was controlled, and she was watching television in her suite. The doctors took time to explain everything to nurses, as well as the social worker who came to check on us frequently. My daughter and I were both nervous and unsure of the future, but we had fantastic support from the staff there.
The Brave Workers of Pediatric Emergency
I cannot even imagine having to take care of sick children every single day and dealing with distraught parents like myself. I admire and respect them so much and am very thankful we have people like them in this world willing to do everything in their power to save our children and keep them alive and healthy.
It’s a job that not everyone can do, except a few select people with beautiful hearts and kind souls. My daughter and I were truly blessed to be able to have their help in our time of crisis. Because of them, my daughter is alive, happy and as healthy as she can be.