We went to a private emergency room because once you find out such a place exists, why go sit for three hours next to a syphillis flare-up with Glenn Beck above your head screaming across the room of plastic chairs and $3 bags of generic chips? Leather sofas with flat screen DirecTV and a Thai place next door, baby.
We were living it up during our twenty minute wait and the nicest emergency room staff ever with the exceptions of that one time in 1995 we were Life Flighted in and everybody thought one of us was gonna die. Private family waiting room and our own chaplain back then. But anyway…
I suffer from third-kid syndrome and didn’t seek medical attention for Ehren until it had been four days since he hadn’t thrown up every single meal attempt. Even then, we didn’t move until his diaper exploded in epic proportions and even then not until after the apartment management’s Easter egg hunt. What if there had been a hundred dollar bill in one of the eggs?
Ever had a tube inserted in your bladder through your widdle baby penis? You’d better learn how to pee in a cup quickly cuz apparently that’s how urine samples are taken from the Baby Gap set. Don’t feel like getting two chest X-rays? Then stop with the four-month-long cough your mommy mentioned only as a casual aside during the work up. Rectal thermometers, anal suppositories and, guess what, an IV drip!
My ER doctors are split: one says food allergies, the other says viral infection. So I’m treating it like it’s both. Antibiotics to clear up the upper respiratory infection (which Doctor #2 would not have prescribed, I could tell) with simultaneous removal of all things exciting from the baby’s diet, including all dairy. He cannot believe his good fortune of having Nilla Wafers on his list of go foods, but for now, there they are.
He is not cleared for school but because of Grandma, I am cleared for work. I even got a note signed by Dr. Patel. Dr. Bourgeois had Easter dinner to prepare, and she was out like a light once she knew her patient would live through the night. Can’t say I blame her.
In baby/puppy solidarity, the dog is at the vet with roundworm.
Poor little guy and his mommy and siblings! Praying for all of you. God bless Grandma! xoxoxoxo
.-= Motormouth is dying for you to read what a great day =-.
OMG doesn’t cover it. I know all too well the 3rd child syndrome. Less pictures and more where’s the children’s benadryl because you know all the doctor is going to say is keep doing what you’ve been doing. Plenty of fluids and such.
Hope all ends well this Easter Weekend.
Oh poor baby. Now I feel very ummm, I don’t know the word right now because I was whining about having to take myself to urgent care in the middle of the night.
I hope he feels better soon and you get some rest Mama.