So it’s been a few days and the antibiotics aren’t doing their thing. The abscess hasn’t burst, but it does have some fluid. It’s hard around the outside and soft in the middle. On the hospice gps advice (they come visit us, it’s the most convenient gp visit ever), anyway, on the gps advice we went back to the local hospice hospital to see about helping it along.
Two things happened.
The first is that they whacked on some cream that numbs while it breaks down the skin, making it thinner and therefore more likely for the liquid underneath to burst through. That sounds horrific, and I worry that his poor skin is going to be so irritated and raw, even after the numbing has worn off.
The second is that if it hasn’t burst, because the local hospital won’t do anything surgical on children under 5, we have to go back into London to see a surgeon about cutting it. This could mean anything. I could mean a local, it could mean a general. It could mean a bit of numbing cream. We won’t know until we get there.
This of course freaks me out, because any major stressful event may cause seizures and coma. We only just got over the last lot, that came on from two monthly immunisations and a cold.
We’ve got our fingers crossed it bursts.
It didn’t burst. We went into London to our regular hospital but we were lucky – the day unit wasn’t busy and the surgical resident Dr Julie was available, she was so wonderfully nice to us. We talked about the best approach, which was to lance it and let it drain. So we went into the treatment room and did it, with some numbing spray.
Oh my days. It was disgusting, but at the same time I couldn’t look away. The pus was a horrid green/brown mustard colour and gushed out. It was foul, I can’t believe that was in my babies leg! There was so much of it too, it was the most crazy thing, it just kept coming! Poor little baby.
In the end it was dressed, and we were given a script for antibiotics. We spent more time in the pharmacy than in the ward.
Still, very very glad it’s taken care of!