It has been a crazy 24 hours and I don’t even know where to begin. It all started yesterday afternoon when we left Nathan with Cornel’s mother, sister and brother-in-law to sneak out and have a date night at the movies.
An hour into the movie we got a message from Cornel’s sister; Nathan had thrown up 3 times and they needed us to come home.
In one instant my heart sank. What was wrong with Nathan and why hadn’t I been there when it happened?
When we got back Nathan was laughing, talking, and playing. There was nothing wrong with this boy. We decided to give him a bath and get him ready for bed. He was him same old self in the bath – playing and splashing. Then came his bed time bottle, not one minute after he finished did he throw everything up. Instantly I grabbed him and told Cornel to find us a doctor; something wasn’t right.
We had no idea where to find a doctor, a hospital – nothing. We were completely helpless and in a different country no less. We searched the internet for a half hour and had succeeded to find nothing. Cornel knew of a nearby private clinic so we decided to just go, it was 9 PM.
We get to the clinic only to find out it closed at 8. We had no idea where else to go. Cornel didn’t want to take Nathan to a public hospital in Bucharest. According to him he would have gone in with one thing and come out with seven. There were many phone calls to find out where there was a private hospital that had a pediatrician. We found one by the airport, over an hour away.
Everyone in the car was arguing and no one knew where to go. We were driving around trying to find a private clinic and they were all closed. I can’t even describe everything that was going through my head at that moment. I had never felt so angry; helpless; desperate and terrified. Why couldn’t this have happened at home? How could I have been such an irresponsible mother to bring my child so far away without any medicine; without his medical information; without anything?
Then we got a call, there was a private METLife hospital nearby. There was a pediatric doctor on duty and she could see Nathan. Thank God. We finally got there at 10 PM. The hospital was already closed but the doctor would stay longer to see us. The waiting seemed endless. Nathan had fallen asleep and was so peaceful. A little after 11 we finally went up to see the doctor.
It was all in a foreign language. Cornel would translate from time to time, but I was not reassured. She poked, prodded and talked. She then handed down her diagnosis - some sort of intestinal virus.
I consulted Dr. Google since I was not convinced and that eased my mind. Now things are starting to get back to normal and, after having cried over an hour, Nathan is sleeping. There is no worse feeling than having your child cry in pain without being able to help.
And while I struggle even as I write this to find something to be thankful for, I have to be grateful that it wasn’t something more serious.
1: Thankful for the small amounts of liquids that he is able to keep down
2: Thankful that he wasn’t so severely dehydrated that he had to be hooked up to an IV
3: Thankful that we found a doctor and hospital to be able to see Nathan
4: Thankful that even though we are so far away from home, that we are surrounded by family that can help us
5: Thankful for Cornel who has been a rock even while I struggle to keep it together.
And since those were a lot of words with no pictures, what I am most grateful for is this little boy