Ready for Round Two… “Ding Ding”

Justine calls me at the office last night (Wed. 4-16-08) to tell me that she took Jesse to the doctor because he would not stop crying. You know something is definitely wrong when your pediatrician sends your baby to the emergency room…

Since I work at Hoag it was not a stretch for me to leave work, in actuality I was at work. I can’t describe the thoughts going through me waiting for Justine and Jesse to arrive at the ECU. Justine had a slight pinch of panic in her voice that told me this was serious. He wasn’t having signs of Croup as mentioned in the last entry, he was experiencing abdominal pain. Constant crying while pulling is legs up towards his chest. But then again, he gets to admitting and he is flirting with all the nurses, or should I say they are flirting with him. He is having big laughs with the nurse, she’s tickling him and he is loving every moment of it. Mom and Dad are looking at each other wondering if everyone thinks we are the type of parents that bring their children to the ECU at the drop of a hat. Well… this time our doctor sent him, even she was convinced there was something wrong.

Finally we see this old hunched over poor excuse for a doctor. Justine had specific instructions – Get blood tests done and he “may” be dehydrated. This doctor was so lousy that I hope I never get sick and stuck with him.
Stupid Questions He Asked:

1. Did you give the baby peptobismol? Who in there right mind gives a 4 month old pepto…
2. He asked Justine the same question 5 times. Something like, are you breastfeeding? Every time Justine would answer him, you could tell he wasn’t paying attention. Maybe that why he asked 5 times?
3. Justine brings a dirty diaper to have the stool examined. Doctor says, “That’s no good I can only check for blood in the stool.” After finally getting our pediatrician on the phone, who in turn has a discussion with the ECU crock, the crock is getting one of his nurses to dig the diaper out of the BIO Hazard waste dump. This guy was a real nightmare, I don’t even want to talk anymore about him.

So after a while nurses come in, hold Jesse down, and put an I.V. in the top of his hand. This kid has never felt pain before and his cries tore through my very soul. Justine was over his head and I was to his left. I looked at mom and she is balling, it took every bit of strength I had not to cry. I didn’t want to give him a sense something was wrong. The nurse was great, she got the needle in the first time, drew blood, and placed him on an I.V. Mom, Dad, and Son stayed in the ECU for the next hour and a half waiting for the results of his labs.

Test came back (even the stool test) and wouldn’t you know it, nothing wrong everything is normal (thank god). They chaulk it up to some type of stomach virus, you are free to go home. So we did and Jesse cried the whole way home!!! That figures.

I’m not answering the bell for round three…