Amazing, but sick, Nadia - A Movement In Time And Space
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priyabradfield
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Amazing, but sick, Nadia
We've been home all weekend long. Except for a brief visit to the ER.

Friday night/Saturday morning, we kept hearing Nadia do this awful wet coughing. But each time, she'd do it for a few minutes and then we'd hear her settle back down. So, we didn't actually go in and check on her because we figured that would just wake her up all the way. So, we'd stand outside the girls' door and listen to make sure she was ok. Well, around 2am, Nadia start crying. And Chris went in there to check on her. He then called me and lo and behold, Nadia had during one of her coughing fits thrown up all over the place and then slept in it. UGH

Ok, those of you without children are probably wondering what kind of parents couldn't hear their own child throwing up in the middle of the night. Well, believe me, I feel guilty enough as it is! All we heard was coughing, that's it. *sigh*

So, I take care of cleaning up Nadia while Chris takes care of trying to clean up Nadia's crib. Poor baby was still partly asleep as I strip her and gave her a quick shower. It was all in her hair and clothes and had started to congeal. Lovely. Maya was awake by this time as well. She stood in the bathroom watching me wash Nadia up. The room stunk so bad (they sleep with the door closed, so the smell of vomit was quite strong) that Chris had sent Maya into our room to wait while he cleaned up the mess.

Nadia was quite the trooper, standing in the tub while I showered her down, washed her hair and tried to make sure all that gunk had washed out. She normally hates having her hair washed, but I guess she was too tired and sleepy to really protest this time. Got her bundled up in a towel and took her to our bed, where Maya was laying waiting for us. Chris managed to clean up mostly everything (by really just dumping the icky sheets and pillows and stuffed animals in the other bathroom's tub), but the pad for the crib was wet now and couldn't be used. He got Nadia dressed while I opened up the window in their room and lit some incense under the fan to try to blow out the bad smells with some nice ones.

After the stink had disappated and was replaced with peppermint incense, Maya went back to bed. But Nadia had to sleep with us since her crib was unusable. The rest of the night was quite restless for all three of us, as neither of us were used to sleeping with Nadia and Nadia isn't used to sleeping with me at night. Plus, everytime she started coughing I was worried that she was going to throw up on me.

Well, Saturday morning came and Nadia wasn't throwing up, but she had no appetite for the whole day. She had a slight fever, about 100F, for most of the day. She was very lethargic and slept from noon to 2pm and then from 3pm to about 4pm. That's when we decided to take her to the doctor. There is an international clinic near our place, so we decided to get her checked up there. The coughing was still bad, no appetite, the fever and the low-energy levels made me not want to wait it out over the rest of the weekend.

Well, turns out the international clinic was closed, so we headed over to the ER which was next door. This was the same ER we took Nadia too back in July. They checked her out and said that she had a throat infection and was mildly dehydrated. So, the doctor ordered an IV fluid drip. I felt like we were sort of rushed into that, but I would have rather do that than let Nadia get more dehydrated over the rest of the weekend. So, we got the IV.

We got Maya settled in the waiting chairs with some oranges, which she was very happy about. I was too because watching Nadia get a needle put in would have brought Maya to tears. She hates them so much that she hates seeing others get shots or blood drawn. She cried when she saw my IV when I was in the hospital to have Nadia and she was almost hysterical when Chris and I had to have blood drawn. So, while she sat in the other room, watched by the nurses at the nurses' station, Chris and I got Nadia settled in. She watched while the nurse put the IV needle into the back of her hand. OUCH! I hate it when they put it there, but I guess that's standard procedure here. Anyway, what was amazing was the reaction that Nadia had. She whimpered a tiny bit, said, "OWWW!" when the needle went in, and that was it.

Seriously, no tears. No screaming. No nothing.

MY little girl kept me strong! I probably would have cried a bit if she had put up a fit or had a screaming tantrum or anything. But I didn't lose it because she was strong. She was calm. She was even fascinated. While we were waiting for the fluids to drip into her, she looked up at the bag and said, "Ooo bubbles!" at the tiny bubbles inside the bag. I showed her that the "medicine" goes from the bag through the long tube and into her hand and then through her body to help her feel better. She then would periodically point at it and say, "medicine go down and down and down..." following the tube with her pointer finger. She was truly interested in it!

The waiting process took about an hour, maybe an hour and a half. Probably the last half hour, Nadia started to get restless and wanted to roll over and sleep, but the IV in her hand made it hard for her to get comfortable. In the meantime, Chris went to pay our bill and get Nadia's medicine for her throat infection and a couch medication. Everything - the ER visit, the IV, the two medications - totalled about $36.

Finally, the fluids were in and the nurse came to remove the IV. She could have been a little gentler with my baby, the woman was definitely NOT a pediatric nurse. She pulled the tapes off Nadia's hand - only then did Nadia cry. I mean, sheesh, the nurse pulled off something like 5 pieces of tape and then yanked the needle out. I was about to clobber the woman and then shove the needle into her! After everything else, this woman makes getting the IV OUT painful for Nadia.

All this caused me to wonder about Nadia's past life (I believe in reincarnation). What happened before that may have caused her to not fear doctors, hospitals and needles? To not react to the pain as probably 99% of children her age would?

Everything was finally out, and we left. Grabbed some take out from a restaurant across the street from the hospital, and got a taxi home. Ate dinner at home and got the girls into bed. Nadia had a relatively uneventful night. Mostly slept the night, but was up early this morning. She seemed to be better. Took about an hour and a half nap at about 10am. The rest of the day was just us sitting at home. Doing more art, reading books, watching tv, wiping Nadia's nose. She also took another nap in the afternoon on me while I caught up with the last two episodes of Desperate Housewives. Even still, she was extremely tired at the end of the day. Not even enough energy to eat a full dinner. But she's been keeping everything down, so that's a good sign.

I need a weekend to recover from our weekend. :-(

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What I'm feeling: drained drained
What I'm listening to: Adiemus - Pure Moods Vol. 1

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From: gabbytheguy Date: November 27th, 2005 03:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yikes, what a nightmare!

And I know what you mean about not hearing her throw up. The first time we gave Audrey milk based formula she threw up in her cot and we didn't realise for a good half hour or so, so I don't think you need to beat yourself up about that.

Nadia sounds like a little trooper...I remember when Audrey got her MMR shot how amazed I was that she didn't fuss - I just figured she was more interested in what was going on to be concerned about the actual pain of the needle.

Hopefully Nadia's on the mend now anyway. Sorry you're weekend sucked so much!
From: gabbytheguy Date: November 28th, 2005 11:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
OK, I now have a puking daughter too!

Not quite reached the point where we need the ER, but we'll see what the night has in store...
priyabradfield From: priyabradfield Date: November 29th, 2005 02:42 am (UTC) (Link)
She had a great night sleep last night and is much better today. YAY!
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priyabradfield From: priyabradfield Date: November 29th, 2005 02:42 am (UTC) (Link)
Yes, it is. :-)
gnotobiotically From: gnotobiotically Date: November 27th, 2005 04:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
That's so adorable about Nadia's fascination with the IV and all. I myself used to jsut freak out completely with needles and such when I was younger. My youngest bro seems to have inherited that trait, but the other two have out-grown their fear of needles.

I remember when I was really young and I threw up on my bed and fell asleep in it. It is totally not fun to wake up in a cold stink puddle of burning puke. But mommies tend to make things all better.

I am still amazed at the cost of medical care there! It blows my mind.
manda_kitty From: manda_kitty Date: November 27th, 2005 04:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
aww *hugs* im so glad shes feeling better now!
sammykate From: sammykate Date: November 27th, 2005 05:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
awww...what a miserable day for all of you! I'm so sorry. And I hope she feels much better now.

Your story of the IV reminded me of Hallie going through all those tests last year. Not only did she make it through MRIs ("it was like being an astronaut in a space ship!"), CAT Scans, EEGs, EKGs...she also had a Lot of bloodwork done. The first time they took her blood, the nurse, "Okay, honey, don't watch me -- look at Mama."

Hallie replied, "That's okay, I don't mind. Is that the needle you're gonna use? It's really big! OW!" as the needle went in, then, without taking a breath, "Is that my blood going in the tube? How much of my blood are you gonna take? Try not to take it all 'cause I think I still need some...how does it get into that bottle? What are you gonna do with it?..."

It was hilarious, which was good because I was comepletely freaked out about the rest of the situation.

What little troopers they are - I still cry when I have to get blood drawn!
priyabradfield From: priyabradfield Date: November 29th, 2005 04:33 am (UTC) (Link)
Ok, so Chris told me about this comment of yours while I was in the shower yesterday morning and I just started bawling. GAWD, I miss you guys so much.

Anyway, that sounds so much like Hallie. Look at what I found yesterday:

Hallie, Maya, Hannah

It was at the MOMS Club yardsale in May 2002. *sigh*
sammykate From: sammykate Date: November 30th, 2005 08:54 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh My God...

Now I'M gonna cry! Where has the time gone?! I can't even believe that they were that small!

We miss you guys so much! Hallie talks all the time about everything she is going to do when WE go to Korea! I'm pushing for you guys coming back to the States instead...what do you think? Is there a big demand for drama teachers and television editors in your neck of the woods? :)
eleme From: eleme Date: November 27th, 2005 07:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
Glad to hear that she's doing better :) You got a brave little girl there!
co_techie From: co_techie Date: November 28th, 2005 12:39 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh my! What a scare! I can't imagine what my sister would do in such a situation. Last night we went to a restaurant and both sis & BIL kept panicking about someone possibly bumping against Brian's carrier. :-S
priyabradfield From: priyabradfield Date: November 29th, 2005 04:34 am (UTC) (Link)
LOL Wish I could say it gets easier!
shortindiangirl From: shortindiangirl Date: November 28th, 2005 07:47 am (UTC) (Link)
Oof. Sorry to hear about your weekend, sounds stressful. Happy thanksgiving. I guess one gives thanx for Nadia not having any serious problem.

I've been thinking of you and your children this weekend. I'm visiting my aunt and uncle. My aunt is Indian, 1st gen British, and my uncle is an American immigrant - 0th generation. I see my cultural comfortable cousins and their friends' children, also comfortable balancing their two cultures. It is one of my first few examples of children who appear to be balanced and adjusted. The 8 year old boy and the 12 year old girl, and their friends, boys around the same age. They shift between accents unknowingly sometimes, accept the dualities with ease. They've all been to India to visit and I can see that during their visits, and during their time at home, they clearly have not been hearing their parents bash either place.

Reminds me that there is hope, primarily derived from the comfort level of the parents. You will also possibly be glad to know that all the thinking resulting from your daughter has yeilded positive results. I feel more comfortable with all issues surrounding the bi-cultural and bi-racial associations and definitely feeling more prepared.

No doubt, as a result of not having know my style long enough, you may have interpreted my intensity as dramatic outbursts, or as thoughts that were ocurring for the first time. But you will more than likely see it again, when I will appear to relearn lessons again, but will really be learning new aspects.

Anyway, I guess I wanted to say I've been thinking of you because I've been spending my weekend with wonderful children, and comfortable parents...

Sorry to hear that your weekend was so unpredictable. Hope things return to even keel with some solid sleep soon.
priyabradfield From: priyabradfield Date: November 29th, 2005 04:44 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm glad to hear that there are positive examples of bi-cultural and bi-racial children. And I'm so happy to hear that you are feeling a bit more comfortable with the issues that cropped up from seeing Maya. What about the physical attributes? Wasn't that one of the more pressing issues for you?

Definitely it is important for children to not hear parents "bash" the other's homeland or culture. Very, VERY important.

Funny enough, last night while looking through old pictures with Chris, we came across one of a trip to my uncle's house back in 1995. The picture was of my two uncles (my Dad's brothers) having a laugh about something. I was remembering good times and laughs and said to Chris, "Sometimes my family is just so...so...Indian!" It was said in a very endearing way, but it just hit me that I said that to mean comfortable with oneself, fun-loving, and just a bit nerdy. My father's side is very much like that. I find it very interesting that I would say that...

Oh, and about you being dramatic - I feel that is something we have in common.

;-)

PS. I have comments of yours that I have yet to answer...I have them sitting in my email inbox. I haven't forgotten.

shortindiangirl From: shortindiangirl Date: November 29th, 2005 07:42 am (UTC) (Link)
> What about the physical attributes?
> Wasn't that one of the more pressing issues for you?

Yes and no. I think physical attributes as a result of the associations I make with them. As I sat in the airport today watching so many pink and blonde adorable children, and also watched a teenage Indian boy run ahead of me, I am trying to put together the continuum of age. Infants and babies are important because you see them as vulnerable beings, not white, not blonde, not pink, not brown, but simply as your own little darling babies. So when they become teenagers (confused or not), you can still see them as your babies, outside of their colors or features or accents and whatever associations they have made for themselves.

Clearly, not having had my own, and not having had siblings or cousins to watch, I am not familiar with the effects of this continuum.

I think what I worry about is the connections and the "lineage" if you will, of Indianness. Suppose I had a Euro-American looking daughter, who then married a Euro-American man (or woman) and lived in the United States, my "line" would be lost to a generation quite tangible to me. All I have learned and loved would be lost to a large degree. By then the world will change though, and despite my undefined discomfort I do realize that I can't be too worried about it.

But then I am also realizing that it is just the Euro-American thing that I find worrisome. If a Euro-American daughter of mine should marry a Mexican, or an black American, or even a Caucasian Spaniard, I would be thrilled. Perhaps anyone who couldn't automatically absorb themselves into the ubiquitous melting pot of Euro-America with so many values that trouble me so.

It's also a new way to look in the mirror. While I've always seen myself as brown, it's a new thing for me to see myself as brown in relation to my husband's whiteness. Again, not a color thing necessarily, but the associations with the bland melting pot of the very "new" Euro American and the spicy flavors of the traditional Indian. This also makes me see that I have a prediliction towards traditions, while I tend to see the disadvantages of modernity better than the advantages. Puts me at fundamental odds with the United States, despite the very recent battles regarding traditionalism and religion in America.

So I'm still working on understanding and articulating all this. I guess to some degree, perhaps familiarity breeds contempt and I need to renew my relationships with the Euro-America around me. Rather than ramble on, I'll write more when I've thought about it some more. It's a revelation that I'm taking my base discomfort with Euro-America for granted on a daily basis enough to have to realize it now. That's the trouble with me, even my "back burners" are usually on high. I'm trying to let it all simmer.

Howz the little one doing ?
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