Location: Ottawa
Health status: Warning signs begin
We noticed Maeve’s torso was a dull, grey color during bath time (normally her favorite part of the day). We were quickly slotted in for a echo at the beginning of the day.
I had enough mama intuition to bring 6 hours worth of milk bottles. Not enough foresight though to pack myself snack though.
By noon o’clock, we were told that Maeve needed to get admitted and it’d be in her best interest to get to Toronto as soon as possible. Her body’s ability to tolerate her leaky heart was inching towards its peak.
Maeve was still acting relatively normal (minus the fact she may be teething) so I was a bit surprised and I pushed back a bit to say that we could just drive up. Getting admitted and put under observation is super stressful on Maeve who has entered the stranger=danger phase. Being poked and prodded every 3 hours could not be conducive to keeping her stable. The biggest lesson I’ve learned from our time in hospitals is to always advocate for your kid. Don’t assume the doctors and staff know best.
I gave in when I saw the worry in Maeve’s doctors eyes though. Luckily, we received a celebrity welcoming with many familiar faces popping in to say HI! and coo over Maeve. Many had memories of cuddling her when she was freshly born waiting for her pacemaker. Others remembered tenderly caring for her during her cardiac arrest last summer.
I settled in for a sleepless night in the hospital.