So we started out the first day of the New Year pretty normally. Caitlyn was quarantined to her room, hoping that she could use enough essential oils to rid her of her sickness. We could smell the oils oozing out from underneath her door to the rest of the house. I had stumbled upon a bag of black eyed peas at our import store 2 weeks earlier, so about mid-morning I set about making black eyed peas and cornbread to celebrate the new year in typical [American] southern fashion. We all sat down to lunch and were about half-way finished when Caitlyn stumbled downstairs and said she thought that I needed to take her to the hospital. She looked like death. So I took her to the hospital.
We were getting her checked in and they immediately brought her a wheelchair. It didn’t take too long before we were being wheeled back to the ER.
A doctor came in and asked some questions, they ran tests and scans, we received paperwork to read through. Our favorite part of the paperwork said, “The staff will ask you about the area of pain. For example: Where is your pain?” Yes, even when facing death’s door, Caitlyn and I still giggled away our time in the ER.
They determined that she had an infection in her intestine. (Read: Giardia. When you live in a country that doesn’t have a clean water system, it’s best to avoid activities where water gets tossed into your face. That advice is free. Well, it’s the cost of a hospital visit…) They wanted to move her to a room for her to stay overnight. They came and took her food order for dinner that night and breakfast the next morning. “You can have soft rice and soup, but nothing deeeeelicious.” Forget essential oils, rice is the cure all in this country.
The room was nice and comfortable, but what made the entire hospital visit worth it (for me… I’m sure the meds that kept Caitlyn from having to rush to the bathroom every 45 minutes was the best part for her) was that they had a tv station playing FOX NEWS… IN ENGLISH!!! I was so giddy! It was almost like being at a fancy resort. We both got sufficiently terrified at all of the crazy things happening in the US and it just felt so normal.
We slept okay that night, Caitlyn in her hospital bed and me on a leather couch, except for that frame of time when Cait pulled her IV out and sent every machine in the room to beeping. The next morning we had breakfast (she had more rice, I had a chocolate croissant and a latte from the food stand downstairs) and then set about the day reading books and enjoying the quiet. Scott texted me at some point during the day and said, “If y’all had wanted some time to yourselves, I could think of a better way to go about it than checking in at the hospital.” He had been home watching the girls by himself for almost 24 hours at that time and I think he had just about reached his breaking point. Caitlyn saw a few different doctors throughout the day and they each checked on her pee pee and poo poo (those were the official terms used by every single person that checked on her), and in the early afternoon a nurse came and took food orders for that night and the next morning. We told her at that point that we didn’t really want to stay another night so they set about discharging her. We were finally sent home with plenty of meds and rehydration solution about 5pm.
At some point during the day I told Caitlyn that no matter how we spent the last day of 2016, it had to be better than how we spent the first day of 2016. We went back a few days later for a followup and they released her to head back to her country. The little girls came with us for this visit so they played in the well-child clinic while Caitlyn met with her doctor.
We loved spending Christmas with Caitlyn and her family even if we had to end on a hospital visit!! And we are so thankful that she is healthy and back to normal, working in her country, now. Thanks for following along on our journey!