Our baby boy Andreas Alexander, whose name means manly warrior, was born after a stressful pregnancy.
I noticed that my baby boy who normally loves his feeds was hardly taking in any milk. That night I caught my husband sneaking off from the kitchen with the baby Panadol in his hand to give to Andreas as he had a fever. By midnight that night the Panadol had not worked and his temperature reached 38.9 so we took him to the emergency room at Westmead Children’s hospital.
The next day things were not getting better, Andreas was not taking any milk and I actually resorted to forcing him to take some breast milk through a syringe to ensure he didn’t get dehydrated and his fevers were still not coming down. Andreas lymph nodes ended up being the size of golf balls and he was having trouble holding his head up. We called the ambulance and he was taken back to the ER at Westmead hospital.
Another long night was spent in ER doing a number of different tests, including a lumber puncture where they took fluid from his spine to check if he had meningitis. He was given antibiotics for this as the tests would take a while to be confirmed. None of the doctors knew what was wrong with him as the lumber puncture came back inconclusive. It was on the third day of our hospital stay that the doctors came and said they think he might have Kawasaki disease. They also told him that we would need to give him the immunoglobulin. I will never forget that phone call from my husband, I had gone to my parent’s house to check on our daughter and when my husband called and I remember bursting into tears.