I've mentioned before how a baby's cry (my own or a stranger's) can put me nearly in tears. A kid hurt (any kid) nearly sends me off blubbering. Those St. Jude's commercials? All out weeping. Having said that, I'm sure you can see why Primary Children's Hospital has made me a complete, utter mess. There are crying (or screaming) children everywhere. My heart can't take it.
Yesterday Mckenna was acting just plain not happy. Then a fever started, and it got high, right quick. Since she's only 7 weeks I decided I'd better take her in. The instacare doctor basically refused to treat her, since 1., she's so young, 2., her fever was so high, and 3., she had no other visible symptoms. He sent me up to Primary's.
When I got there, they got right to all the testing: a catheter for a urine test, 1 failed IV, another IV for a blood draw. When they insisted they do a spinal tap, I said no. I didn't just say no, pardon my french, I said HE#@ NO. So they promptly sicced two docs on me to strong arm me into it. To say that I'm ticked is an understatement. But that's a whole other post. I bawled. And then I bawled some more. And some more. When they forgot about one more blood test they had to draw, I'd had it. I left the room to go puke.
Meanwhile, we're still here, and she's on an IV antibiotic-- she has a kidney infection that may point to a physical abnormality that kinda runs in the family. I think it's correct to say that that was potentially the worst night of my life. But I'll try and keep it together here, man.