Hospital in Indonesia

So, you know that we've spent the last week in the hospital here.  A little more about it . . . we returned home from Cambodia and Thailand and Tru had a fever that night.  That's not so uncommon, he sometimes has random fevers that usually go away in about 48 hours.  We don't ever take him to the hospital until it's been three days, but then they always tell us to come back in another three days if he's still sick.  So, this time we just waited the whole six days (we were talking to an American doctor, we didn't just make the decision on our own).  We game him some antibiotics and he developed a rash.  So, we stopped the antibiotics and gave him some benadryl.  By the next day it wasn't any better and his fever was really knocking him out.  So, we went to the doctor.  His platelet numbers were a little low, so she wanted us to come back the next day to check him again.  We did and his numbers were too low, so we checking him in to the hospital.  I really thought we'd only be there over night.  But, his numbers weren't improving.  We realized that his rash was not from the antibiotic because it would fade and come back throughout the day, mostly when he had fever.  The rash finally went away after a few days, but then he developed pneumonia.  His platelet levels had finally stabilized, but now his blood oxygen levels were too low.  So, we had to start him on oxygen and a nebulizer a few times a day, and also started him on an antivirus medicine.  So, our poor kid had an IV (three times), an oxygen tube, several finger pricks each day, two full blood draws, an abdominal ultrasound (which found a slightly enlarged spleen), and 2 x-rays.  He was so brave through it all and we were so proud of him!  Not that he didn't scream and cry, but he eventually calmed down and let the nurses do what they had to do.  The most odd thing I found about being in the hospital is that they do not provide toilet paper!  We had to bring our own.  The dietitians were nice enough to make food that Truett may eat, as opposed to the Indonesian food that usually provided.  There was a nice little courtyard out our window (we were on the 3rd floor), which we could look across and see our doctor's office.  We knew when she was on her way over when she wasn't in her office anymore.  Overall, we were very pleased with all they did for Truett and us.

Here are some pictures of our adventure:

This is Wednesday at the doctor's office, the day before he was admitted to the hospital.

The first or second day, when the fever was down and he was feeling pretty good.

When his fever came back, he did not feel well.  All he wanted to do all day was lie down in bed and watch tv.

After 5 days in the hospital, he started regaining his strength and energy.  He enjoyed playing with his new hotwheels, climbing in and out of his bed, doing crafts with his sister, and eating in his hospital bed.

That last day, boy, were we ready to get out of there!!  Adios, hospital!