Archive for October 25th, 2011

Howie came to visit me in my room!

Tuesday, October 25th, 2011

Emergency Room Dallas Children’s

Tuesday, October 25th, 2011

A trip to Dallas Children’s Hospital

Tuesday, October 25th, 2011

September 25th 2011

After the benefit, we all loaded up and headed North for Dallas. Our plan was to get home Sunday afternoon relax a bit and then fly out to Costa Rica on Tuesday. We made it to George’s house in good time and relaxed just as we had planned. I did not sleep that great that night and the following day I was not feeling so good. My dad was feeding me lunch and mom had ran out with Janet to buy some last minute things for me before we headed home. Dad called my mom shortly and told her she needed to come home that I was not doing so good.

When mom got home Dad had me on oxygen and my heart rate was soaring at 140 beats per minute. Mom gave me a nebulizer and that calmed me down a bit but after a while I was very uncomfortable and not looking so good. Mom called Uncle George and asked him to please come home from work and take us to the emergency room.

At 3pm we headed to emergency, we were seen right away. My oxygen was low but thank goodness we had bought the portable oxygen machine as it was a lifesaver!  My blood was taken, my urine, and they began to test me for everything. The one thing that would not lower was my heart rate. Whenever my heart rate stays high there  is for sure something wrong with me. They took pictures of my lungs as well and pneumonia thankfully was ruled out.  By  7pm we are still in emergency and the doctor has advised my parents to admit me so that they could observe me for the night.

In all honestly, the only people observing me that night was my parents. The next day, even though my heart rate was still high and I was coughing alot my parents felt that they could manage me at George’s house since I have my own O2 machine. We changed our plane tickets till Saturday and decided to leave the hospital that following day at 7pm.

My parents realized after our trip to the hospital in Dallas what great care we receive in Costa Rica.  At CIMA in Costa Rica, I am little bull, I am known by many of the staff and doctors. I get special treatment there but in Dallas we were just a number. The doctor who came to see me never listened to me nor talk to me she just kept mentioning that her computer tells her that I am doing okay. I wish she would have acknowledged me, but that is okay it  is her loss not mine. While waiting to be discharged some very nice people came by with two dogs to visit me. They were sweet dogs.

Uncle George and Grace came to get us, and we headed home for me to recooperate before my next big trip on Saturday.

Love Malia