Last Sunday night we visited Mateo's pediatrician. But instead of getting Mateo's vaccination, what we got was something more terrying - news that our baby might be facing a major surgical operation.
You see, last Wednesday, Mateo suffered from a fever of unknown cause. Without the slightest warning, our baby's temperature just suddenly went up around the latter part of the afternoon. His pedia suggested a sponge bath and an anti-pyretic. It did the trick. But at midnight the same day, the fever returned with a vengeance. Both andrea and I just panicked when we saw the thermometer reach 39.
My wife started to sob... Fearing that emotions might get the better of reasoning, I told Andrea sternly not to cry. "This is not the time to cry", I said, almost shouting. The truth was, I was afraid that her tears might just push me over the edge and make me give in to tears as well. We just couldn't afford that. Mateo definitely needed cool heads that time. There was no time to spare. We rushed him to the nearest hospital.
At the hospital, the doctor on duty examined him and requested for a complete blood count (CBC) and a urinalysis. Dengue was the first thing he wanted to eliminate as a possibility. Fortunately, it turned out that Mateo's platelet count was normal so dengue could not be the culprit. The real cause of the fever was still unknown. When the doctor noticed the lymphocytes were above normal parameters, he suspected an infection of some sort. Finally, it was the urinalysis that confirmed his guess. Mateo has urinary tract infection (UTI).
When his pedia found out about the UTI, she automatically referred us to a pedia-urologist in UST. (The moment she said she was recommending another doctor, my heart sank. I knew this was more serious that I thought.) In carefully chosen words, she explained to us the possible scenarios that Mateo could be experiencing and the possible treatments for each case. Frankly, no matter how mildly she puts it, each option she presents is like an axe that cuts me. Worse... she mentioned surgery and my heart just sank even deeper. Grabe, my 1-month-old son undergoing surgery. It was simply too hard and too depressing to take in.
This Saturday, we'll go UST to know what's wrong with Mateo once and for all. I just hope and pray that my baby is alright. For those reading this...please pray for my son too!!!
You see, last Wednesday, Mateo suffered from a fever of unknown cause. Without the slightest warning, our baby's temperature just suddenly went up around the latter part of the afternoon. His pedia suggested a sponge bath and an anti-pyretic. It did the trick. But at midnight the same day, the fever returned with a vengeance. Both andrea and I just panicked when we saw the thermometer reach 39.
My wife started to sob... Fearing that emotions might get the better of reasoning, I told Andrea sternly not to cry. "This is not the time to cry", I said, almost shouting. The truth was, I was afraid that her tears might just push me over the edge and make me give in to tears as well. We just couldn't afford that. Mateo definitely needed cool heads that time. There was no time to spare. We rushed him to the nearest hospital.
At the hospital, the doctor on duty examined him and requested for a complete blood count (CBC) and a urinalysis. Dengue was the first thing he wanted to eliminate as a possibility. Fortunately, it turned out that Mateo's platelet count was normal so dengue could not be the culprit. The real cause of the fever was still unknown. When the doctor noticed the lymphocytes were above normal parameters, he suspected an infection of some sort. Finally, it was the urinalysis that confirmed his guess. Mateo has urinary tract infection (UTI).
When his pedia found out about the UTI, she automatically referred us to a pedia-urologist in UST. (The moment she said she was recommending another doctor, my heart sank. I knew this was more serious that I thought.) In carefully chosen words, she explained to us the possible scenarios that Mateo could be experiencing and the possible treatments for each case. Frankly, no matter how mildly she puts it, each option she presents is like an axe that cuts me. Worse... she mentioned surgery and my heart just sank even deeper. Grabe, my 1-month-old son undergoing surgery. It was simply too hard and too depressing to take in.
This Saturday, we'll go UST to know what's wrong with Mateo once and for all. I just hope and pray that my baby is alright. For those reading this...please pray for my son too!!!
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