I took this picture on Wednesday as Gage was waking from a nap in his crib and I was going to write a post on the very slow transition from bassinet to crib, but that will wait for another day since Thursday saw us head to the doctor because he had been throwing up after I changed his formula that morning. I wasn’t worried, I just wanted to make sure he was okay since Gage does not throw up (well, only one other time at the doctor’s office). But when we got in to see our pediatrician she was worried. She didn’t think his getting sick had anything to do with the formula and after a test to check oxygen in his blood (?) she panicked a little and almost put him on oxygen, which would had required a trip in the squad. But a second test showed a normal result so she told me I could just drive Gage to the ER. Now, I’m starting to get a little worried since she didn’t even want me going back home or stopping anywhere.
Once at the Peds ER we waited almost half an hour for a room and another hour after that to see a doctor. I’m glad they didn’t consider us a red alert emergency, but still. After having blood drawn, an x-ray, ultrasound, and an IV with fluids we were sent home 7 hours later with the diagnosis of a stomach bug. Gage was a trooper and I was very proud of how well he did. He had much more patience than I did!
Then Friday I called the nurse with a question and she told me to go back to the ER. I thought she was completely overreacting. I mean c’mon, we were just there! She was concerned about dehydration. I was concerned with getting Gage to eat, sleep and stop crying. I did not take Gage to the ER. Then a few hours later, the HEAD nurse from the doctor’s office called because she was “concerned for Gage” and thought I should take him to the ER. I explained that he had just been there and had not been dehydrated and had even been given fluids, but she didn’t want to hear that. She wanted me to call her back in an hour to give her an update on his eating and diaper wetting. She was starting to get on my nerves, but I did call her back to tell her he had eaten and wet a diaper. Should have been good news but she still wanted me to go to the ER because he was so young and even talked to another doctor in the office who thought the same (our pediatrician wasn’t there). So, I call Jason, head back to the ER, valet the car (again) and get put back in the same room with a few of the same nurses as the day before. And do you know what happened when the doctor checked him out less than an hour later? Nothing. No dehydration, Gage even smiled at the doctor, like he got the joke. And they sent us home with an expensive bill (I’m guessing) that I plan on forwarding on to the nurse who wouldn’t quit making me feel like I was endangering my kid if I didn’t take him to the ER.
The moral of the story is that you should always trust your mother’s instinct. But I’m so new at this that I didn’t completely trust mine and a needless trip to the ER was had by all. Gage is doing better and has been smiling, talking and playing with toys (such as it is). Here’s a picture of the small bruise on his arm from the IV, his only lasting indignity of the hours in the ER.