A scary moment

Hannah gave me a big scare (fortunately a brief one) on Monday evening. Just after 10pm, she started crying inconsolably in bed. Andy tried to settle her, but she just kept crying, and I went up to her. She was hot again (39.3C), saying her tummy hurt (ow, ow) and shaking. I really did not like the look of her, and with the fact that she had a pale poo that morning there was far too much going on that could be cholangitis. I had given her 5 ml of Calpol but did not want to hang around and see if it took effect.

Hannah and I headed off to the hospital. By the time we got there I was beginning to feel like the foolish paranoid parent as it was clear that Hannah was making a remarkable improvement. So we waited for an hour to see the triage nurse, then another hour to see the doctor. By this time she was singing, looking at books and colouring (we have a nice pink Darth Vader now). I wish I'd given up and gone home; when we eventually saw the doctor and he asked what the problem was with Hannah, my answer was not a whole lot and he was in complete agreement. So thankfully we went back home without bloods or further investigation, and Hannah has been perfectly fine ever since.

With two mini cholangitis alerts in the last couple of weeks I am hoping this is not a case of things coming in threes. I am very thankful that these episodes have turned out to be just normal childhood stuff, but they have reminded me that our 'normal life' will always be precarious.