Last week I took Ethan in for his routine two week appointment at the doctors office. Nothing special about it. The doctor checked him over and said he looked great. The little chubber was up to 9lbs 4ozs. She sent the nurse in to take blood for the PKU test. My poor little guy was upset as she poked his foot. I tried to soothe him and held him close but he cried during the whole test. After it was over as I set him on the table to get him dressed I noticed his legs were turning purple. Slight panic rose in my chest. I asked the nurse to help. Before we knew what was happening Ethan’s tiny body from his feet up to his chest turned dark blue and he was almost stiff (but still breathing and crying). Full panic set in. Quickly the doctor began checking him over and an ambulance was on the way. Suddenly there were a handful of staff in the room. The doctor was checking his vitals when the EMTs arrived. After about two minutes his color started to return to normal. I was relieved but still nervous something was going to happen again. The firefighters checked him over and then I got strapped in a gurney and held Ethan all the way to the ER in Tacoma (because the local ER doesn’t have an echo machine to check a newborn’s heart).
The ambulance ride was thankfully uneventful. Here’s a fuzzy shot of Ethan sleeping while I’m holding him on the gurney. He’s wearing a tiny blood pressure cuff and snoring.
At the ER they ran several tests. Thankfully his heart ultrasound came back normal and they set up other tests to monitor his oxygen levels. As if on cue as the doctor was talking with us and setting up tests, Ethan started to get upset and his body turned a purplish color again. This time he was already hooked up to the machines and we were able to tell his oxygen levels were good while he was turing blue. After a minute or two he turned back to normal color and we spent all night and the next day in the hospital being monitored.
My baby in the tiniest hospital gown…
After all the tests came back the doctors said they believe when he got upset he would bare down his lower body causing the blood flow to stop. Like a temper-tantrum. My newborn is throwing a temper-tantrum. Seriously, he’s only two weeks old! Lord help me. I’ve heard of kids who passed out from crying and holding their breath but not turning blue.
Love these dark circles around my eyes from no sleep and lots of worry…
We are following up this week with care but since we’ve been home, he’s doing really well. As a former 911 operator I’ve been on the receiving end of several emergency calls but having the call be for your own child is like nothing you can prepare for. I feel so blessed to have had such great care for my baby and I’m so happy he’s okay. And now I think I need to make a hair appointment because I’m sure I have about a dozen new gray hairs.