Our little malaria baby was obviously sicker yesteday, grunting, more pale (if it were possible) and now with vomiting and diarrhea and fever again. Perfect.
Amazingly the the 4 year old with the heart problem showed up too! Yea!. So about 9 am Elsie and the kids and mom's piled in the truck and headed it to port. Was wishing the whole time we had a siren. I was convinced that the only thing that would help our little baby now was a blood transfusion, at the minimum. I had actually kept the IV alive over the last day, so we had that going for us. So I found myself by the airport again!
Went to PaP yesterday, what an adventure.
Drive by those awe inspiring tent cities again too.
When we arrived where the University of Miami base was supposed to be by the airport we found it was gone, it had been moved! We were just gutted, now what? Drive around Port to find a hospital no thank you! Luckily they had moved to a more permanent compound through the rainy season and we did find it. It was a bit crazy but we made it through and in about 20 minutes we were standing with an American neonatologist in the Childrens ward. Quite a scene, I should have taken pictures. It took about 2 hours to get them settled in, and the poor mother so dishelved there with all the Americans buzzing around her.
They admitted the 2 mo old but we brought the 4 year old back with us with plans for the mamba program and the pediatric cardiologist (who is coming in 6 weeks with his echo machine) to take a look at her.
It was nice knowing that I was leaving her in trustworthy hands. For those who this means something her H&H was 3.4 and 9. When I left they were crossmatching the mother for a blood transfusion and giving her IV antibiotics! YEA!!! My prayers were answered.
Oh and yesterday had such an amazing moment with all the med students and Elsie talking with Sizette and her aunt about HIV and what that meant. She's so precious. Please keep her in your prayers!
Whew! what a day.
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