In The Waiting Room
Yesterday collapsed into a pile of shit shortly after my last post. I never made it to the Doctor myself because I was at the pediatrician for HOURS with Baby S. She started with a cough, and her fever wasn't going down. They fit us in, and I walked into a waiting room PACKED with screaming kids. And in the midst of it all was S., looking at me with her big eyes, and holding onto her favorite little doggy, with a look that said, "What the hell are we doing here?" Kids were doing cartwheels across the waiting room...
Sidebar: I've had many moments (pre-kids) where I've seen kids out of control, and thought (or said) "My kids are NEVER gonna pull that shit". Women sitting in the waiting room, allowing their children to run rampant, and too tired/fed up to give a shit and stop them. I had at least two little germ carriers come up to my baby and try to touch her!! WTF!! I watched another little boy in his PJ's just screaming. He wouldn't verbalize what he wanted (and he was like 6 or 7)...he just kept shrieking, and his mother (in a bored voice) just kept saying, "Use your words." This other little boy was sitting with his mom, and she gave him a bag of treats. Another chubby little girl (not related to him), sees the treats, walks across the room, and STICKS her HAND into the kid's bag and takes food! Again, WTF!! And again, bored-mom voice says, "Brianna, that's rude, don't do that." OMFG. First off, my children would not pull that shit. Second, if one of them attempts it, I'm out of my chair to fetch her. I realize (with stunning clarity, now that I'm a mom) that we cannot be on alert at all times. And I also realize that sometimes, you're just like "Fuck it." But for the love of God, could you at least give the ILLUSION that you give a damn?? OK, back to our regularly scheduled bitching.
The Dr. said she was wheezing, and gave her a nebulizer treatment in the office. That totally sucked. She screamed and she cried, and the nurse said to me, "Crying is good. They get more medicine this way." Yeah, tell that to my kid.
Then she says that she wants to rule out the possibility of infection and bronchitis, so go to the ER and get Xrays and blood drawn. I'm like, "The E.R??" I go home, put out food for Baby D., and we go back out into the cold.
The E.R., I don't think I need to tell you, was an absolute trip to hell. I get there, and the triage nurse is on the phone, and ignores me. There's a sign that says to fill out a slip and punch it with the time clock (which, of course, is broken). So I continue to stand there, with my sick baby in a carrier. Finally, he graces me with his attention. He tells me to take the baby's diaper off, put her over my legs so he can take her temp...oh sure, no problem. I've got a diaper bag, the car seat, the baby's "coat"...she is tired now, cranky and feverish. Her temp has gone up to 102 now. They move me on to the urgicenter, and blood gets drawn. S. is howling, and looking at me like "why are you letting this happen?" We go to get X-rays done, and again, we wait for someone to help us. They gave her a steroid shot for croup, and send us home -- no infections or bronchitis found.
Its now 8pm. I go to get a token for the paid-parking lot, and the only machine is broken. AWESOME!! I go out in the cold, walk to the car, buckle S. into the car, and I literally broken the parking gate to get out of there. I'd pulled up to the gate, and literally beat the fucking thing into submission...it was either that, or run through the gate like I was Starsky & Hutch. By the time I got out of there, and got home it was like 9pm, and we couldn't get the nebulizer for S., so she went the nite without. It was a long night. No one slept. Speaking of, I hear her now...Its time for another nebulizer treatment, and she's going to get mad at me again.
Oh, and I do have an ear infection. I'm running a fever as we speak. Anyone wanna come by and lend a hand??
Sidebar: I've had many moments (pre-kids) where I've seen kids out of control, and thought (or said) "My kids are NEVER gonna pull that shit". Women sitting in the waiting room, allowing their children to run rampant, and too tired/fed up to give a shit and stop them. I had at least two little germ carriers come up to my baby and try to touch her!! WTF!! I watched another little boy in his PJ's just screaming. He wouldn't verbalize what he wanted (and he was like 6 or 7)...he just kept shrieking, and his mother (in a bored voice) just kept saying, "Use your words." This other little boy was sitting with his mom, and she gave him a bag of treats. Another chubby little girl (not related to him), sees the treats, walks across the room, and STICKS her HAND into the kid's bag and takes food! Again, WTF!! And again, bored-mom voice says, "Brianna, that's rude, don't do that." OMFG. First off, my children would not pull that shit. Second, if one of them attempts it, I'm out of my chair to fetch her. I realize (with stunning clarity, now that I'm a mom) that we cannot be on alert at all times. And I also realize that sometimes, you're just like "Fuck it." But for the love of God, could you at least give the ILLUSION that you give a damn?? OK, back to our regularly scheduled bitching.
The Dr. said she was wheezing, and gave her a nebulizer treatment in the office. That totally sucked. She screamed and she cried, and the nurse said to me, "Crying is good. They get more medicine this way." Yeah, tell that to my kid.
Then she says that she wants to rule out the possibility of infection and bronchitis, so go to the ER and get Xrays and blood drawn. I'm like, "The E.R??" I go home, put out food for Baby D., and we go back out into the cold.
The E.R., I don't think I need to tell you, was an absolute trip to hell. I get there, and the triage nurse is on the phone, and ignores me. There's a sign that says to fill out a slip and punch it with the time clock (which, of course, is broken). So I continue to stand there, with my sick baby in a carrier. Finally, he graces me with his attention. He tells me to take the baby's diaper off, put her over my legs so he can take her temp...oh sure, no problem. I've got a diaper bag, the car seat, the baby's "coat"...she is tired now, cranky and feverish. Her temp has gone up to 102 now. They move me on to the urgicenter, and blood gets drawn. S. is howling, and looking at me like "why are you letting this happen?" We go to get X-rays done, and again, we wait for someone to help us. They gave her a steroid shot for croup, and send us home -- no infections or bronchitis found.
Its now 8pm. I go to get a token for the paid-parking lot, and the only machine is broken. AWESOME!! I go out in the cold, walk to the car, buckle S. into the car, and I literally broken the parking gate to get out of there. I'd pulled up to the gate, and literally beat the fucking thing into submission...it was either that, or run through the gate like I was Starsky & Hutch. By the time I got out of there, and got home it was like 9pm, and we couldn't get the nebulizer for S., so she went the nite without. It was a long night. No one slept. Speaking of, I hear her now...Its time for another nebulizer treatment, and she's going to get mad at me again.
Oh, and I do have an ear infection. I'm running a fever as we speak. Anyone wanna come by and lend a hand??
posted by scrappintwinmom @ 2:44 PM
1 Comments:
At 12:06 PM,
Mel said…
You poor thing! I hope you and your sweet little girl get better soon. :)
Don't you wish all moms would be as perfect as US?! HAHAHA! I've always prided myself in not being a judgmental person, but since I've become a mother, it's getting harder and HARDER!
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