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August 2, 2010

There is nothing I like better than shopping with my best friends, and I was lucky enough to have to be spending the first Monday in August shopping with one of the Besties. Little did I know by the end of the day all of our lives would be change forever.

That morning we woke up and Gage was acting not like himself, kinda crappy with a low-grade fever, which I attributed to teething; so I gave him some Tylenol and off to Ikea we went. After arriving at the store and stopping to grab a bite to eat at the yummy cafe, but Gage was still out of it didn’t want anything to eat or drink, he did nap a lot; that alone should have told me something was up.

By the time we left Ikea, I just was not happy with the way Gage was looking and acting so I decided to stop by my work, which just happens to be in the same medical office building (MOB) his pediatrician is. My logic being if there is something wrong they will give him antibiotics and send us on our way, if there was nothing at least all of my co-workers would get to see Gage; they love that. 

Of course everybody was so happy to see Gage, he is such a happy, chubby babby and he’s let anybody hold him or pet him. Since we were a walk in and our pediatrician was out we saw Dr. Cairo, and after giving Gage a quick look over, ears, eyes, mouth and chest he determined he was fine and it was probably just teething. Before he could walk out of the room though I mentioned he had an “odd rash” on his bottom and would he mind checking that out, please.

Petechiae, that’s what he told me it was. The definition of petechiae  is red or purple spot on the body, caused by a minor hemorrhage (broken capillary blood vessels). Oooookay…what does that mean??? The Doctor rushed blood work, and started him on double antibiotic shots in the legs, they tried to put a catheter in him, and that was not happening so they “bagged” him (they put a bag around his boy parts, to catch any urine, for a sample.)

Thank GOD, the Bestie was with me that day, I don’t know what I would have done if I was by my self. So after about twenty minutes the Doctor came back in and told us that he’d already booked us at a room in the hospital and get down there for more tests.

Oh my fucking God.

I immediately called the Hubs “Hey, we’re going to the Hospital, the Doctor didn’t say anything only we’d be there a couple of days, take your time come after work, should be no big deal.”  I couldn’t have been anymore wrong…