So…where to start? Hmm, I guess the beginning is always a good spot.
Thursday the 26th at 1:00am I woke up with a stabbing pain in my stomach. The pain gradually has gotten worse and worse. It hurt to drink, so I hadn’t drank much since Thursday and was “white as a ghost” according to my mom. I felt like I was going to blackout at any moment and barely made it into the hospital.
Saturday,the 28th at about 1:30 in the afternoon we ended up in the UC Davis Emergency Department. I was pale and ready to pass out, so after waiting for about an hour they let me lie down on a gourney in the hallway of the Pediatrics ED.
They immediately got an IV in me and a doctor came in and assessed me and my pain. They gave me dilotted (ugh, I hate the feeling of that stuff through the IV!) which makes my heart feel like it’s going to explode, but does help the pain immensely.
So, that knocked me out for a couple hours… a GI doctor came in and wasn’t very friendly. He asked my mom why we didn’t just have the surgery at UC Davis and was very nasty about it. Well, I didn’t go to UC Davis because they don’t do Pediatrics! After that, the GI doctor left and we didn’t hear from anyone until about 10:00pm when my nurse told my mom that they were admitting me to the hospital. I didn’t get up to a room until 12:30am!
We sat around at UC Davis for all day Sunday. The nurses were not very friendly, however I am comparing them to the Pediatric nurses I had at Lucile Packard Children’s Hospital
My mom and step dad had stepped out to go eat lunch while I slept, (they gave me more dilotted). A different Resident doctor came in and asked me what my pain level was. I said an 8, and he said “You ready to go home?” I said I’d need to talk to my mom, who had also called Stanford’s doctor on call to see what we should do.
A new doctor came on duty at 7:00pm. My mom asked her if they could just discharge us and we’d go to Stanford the next morning. They agreed, but we didn’t get out of there until about 9:00pm. More waiting, and waiting, and waiting!
So, Monday we called Beth, my surgery coordinator. She said to come strait to Stanford’s ED so they could get an IV in me right away. I already felt like I was going to blackout again, just from being off the IV and liquids since 8:30 the night before. Dehydration is crazy stuff to mess with!
We got to Stanford, ended up having to use a wheelchair to get to the ED because I couldn’t walk straight. Beth had called ahead and told them I was coming, they got me right in and a doctor came in immediately after we were put in a room. Right away they put an IV in, drew some blood for tests, did a urine test, and then we were waiting for them to do all the admitting papers and find me a room.
I ended up in the exact same room I was in before! What are the chances of that happening?!?
I had (and still have) a whole surgery team working on my case. I have really stumped all the doctors this time. Of course, leave it to me! That has been the story of my life…unfortunately.
So, in these last two weeks, I have had…
Two CT Scans (one at UC Davis, one at Stanford)
One Stomach X-ray
One Upper GI test (or Barium Swallow Test)
Five blood tests
Several pokes to my gut/chest wall by several different doctors trying to figure out where/why/what my pain is
And of course…they all came back normal. Which is great, in a way. It means there’s no leak from my stomach, no twisted intestine, no hernia that needs emergency surgery. But, it also means that there is no explanation for the pain that I am still having that keeps getting worse.
One of the resident doctors came in and told me to “get out of bed and live my life like a normal teenager.” Yeah lady, I would LOVE to worry about “normal teenager” stuff…trust me!!! I do NOT want to be in this stupid hospital bed! And she pretty much implied that it was all in my head. I, and my mom were so frustrated. We told the Chief Resident doctor and he said he would “talk to her” and didn’t sound very happy about it at all. This was on Thursday, April 2nd (yes we were STILL at the hospital).
The whole time I was in the hospital they had me on Clear Liquids, which still hurt to drink but I could keep down okay. When I went home on Friday afternoon, they told me to just drink whatever I could get in. So, that’s what I’ve been doing.
Then, we had my post op appointment yesterday, April 8th. I saw Beth, Dr. Dutta (one of my surgeons), Ning (my nutritionist), and Dr. Bernard (the psychologist). Dr. Dutta thinks I may have cracked or fractured a rib while in surgery, because of all the instruments they used. That explains part of the pain, but not the pain from when I drink.
They put me back on the full liquid diet ( I had started to VERY slowly introduce pureed foods, which I would just throw up). However, today I have been drinking my protein shake from GNC, and I tried Boost Glucose Control (it has vitamins and protein in it and my nutritionists recommend it). And just about anything liquid has been coming back up too. This really scares me and I don’t know what to do.
I HAVE to drink even though it hurts. I can’t get dehydrated again, or I’ll end up back in the hospital. This, I have come to conclusions about. But what do I do now that I can’t keep barely any liquids down?
My mom is going to call Beth tomorrow and see what she says. We were supposed to touch bases in one week and then in two weeks if the pain wasn’t better they might do a Laproscopic procedure and a scope on my new and old stomach and intestines…the fun never ends does it?
Keep the prayers and encouragement coming! And thanks for taking the time to read this very long update!
Always,
Kaitlyn
Some pictures of Lucile Packard Children’s Hospital…


