Gibson had his tonsils and adenoids out on Tuesday (we found out Monday they needed to go). We were warned that 1 in 100 of these do sometimes start bleeding. Matt and I laughed and said...that will be us. However, I didn't think much more about it.
Tuesday afternoon, Wednesday and Thursday, Gibson was whiny but not miserable. Saturday was a different story. He couldn't get comfortable. Saturday night, I put him bed. Even though he was sleeping peacefully, something told me to just lay down in his bed. About 2:30, I heard him coughing/gagging. I looked over and it appeared he had dark stuff all over him. He wasn't crying but was startled. I switched on the light and he got upset so I turned on the hall light to find he clearly needed to go to the er. His face, hair, shirt,pillow and about a foot or so of his sheet was covered in blood and many many blood clots. I quickly woke up Matt and he took off his clothes and threw him in the car. Since lele was sleeping, we decided to call Lauren Reaves to go with me and he would stay behind with Lele.
Gibson remained calm. Lauren jumped in the car and we were greeted by the er staff. I am not quite sure what they thought of us when we walked in. Here Gibson was with red crusted hair, no shirt, wrapped in a blanket and here we were well, not looking our best. He started getting upset when I had to put him down for a weigh in. He weighed in at 15.3 which was significantly lower than the 17.8 just a few days earlier. They couldn't get a temperatures reading and after my looks of death, she went ahead and sent us back. We went to er room 4 where we were greeted by a nurse and an er resident, then an er doctor, then 2 nurses, then an ent resident, ent fellow, and many others. Gibson continued to vomit blood and clots at the tune of several ounces if not a cup or so each time, Lauren was in charge of vomit catching. He did it enough to look at her when he needed to get sick again. The nurses tried to get a line in but unfortunately, he was uncooperative and dehydrated. they went ahead and did X-rays on his chest since his breathing was labored. Lauren and I held him in the correct position while they did the X-rays. Fortunately he Didn't get sick again until we got back into the room. The ent doctor then suctioned as much out of his mouth. He could and was able to take a quick look of his throat...enough to know that there was a clot in the back of his throat large enough to obstruct his airway. At this point, Gibson was just begging for me to hold him. The doctors came in to let us know that we would have to have surgery. By this point, he was lethargic so they were able to get an IV started.
We moved up to the operating room where we were greeted by a ton of folks. Gibson was sound asleep as they took him back. At this point, it was around 5;30. They found that his right tonsil scab had fallen off but that it was healing quicker than normal. The left side also a
Had fallen off it there was a vein closer to the surface which was causing the problem. They then removed what they called a large blood clot and cauterized the vein. They then pumped out a "significant" amount of blood. Gibson didn't cry in recovery but was asking everyone to "get him out of this place". We met him in the me children's tower 1046 where he continued to rest.
They pumped him with fluids, anti nausea meds and pain mediation. He rested until around 5:30.
Matt brought dinner to all the nurses which was appreciated. We took him on a wagon ride with IV in tow. He didn't even ask to get up. He got really antsy during the night and they brought him a dose of Benadryl through the IV. He also continued to fight when we asked m to take his lortab or Advil but we got enough down him to make him comment "the doctors and medicine makes me not hurt". Matt came home. Mom had lele and I stayed.
We woke up this am greeted by 2 doctors and they decided not to give him blood or steroids as we had first spoken about. Instead, they sent us home on strict orders, special diet and w new meds. Gibson has done better today than since Tuesday. W are still fighting over medicine and liquid intake. He did ask for dough nuts which was a great sign
So far, we have had 3 doughnuts, 5 popcicles and 2 vanilla milks.
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Oh, what a chain of events! So sorry. I know you must be exhausted. Poor little G. I am right down the street if you need anything at all! I can help with errands, cheering up, food or even just a shoulder to lean on! Love, Ang
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