21-5-2009 - Our first ER visit

My mood while writing this blog: ok now

hey ladies. so here's what i've been up to for the past couple of days. monday i noticed little man was breathing a little strange. he wasn't gasping for air but it just wasn't right or normal. then monday night he threw up everything he ate, it wasn't just his normal little spit up. it had alot of mucus in it with an odor (tmi i know). then tuesday morning the breathing got even worse so i tried getting a hold of his pediatrican with no luck so i said screw it and took him to the er. at first i was really inpressed because they took us right in and saw a doctor 5 mins after we were there....impressive right. that's what i thought. the er doc checked him over very well and was really gental with him. he was concerned and ordered a chest xray, ran a saline drip thru his tiny nose,orderd blood, breathing treatments, listened to him breathe for about 20 mins straight. his main concern was that he thought little man may have rsv so he decided immediately to admit him---before any of the test came back. well while all this was going on all of sudden Evan doctor comes into the er, at first i was thinking he was there for either evan or another baby. come to find out i was wrong because he was in the curtain right next to us, aparetnly that is why noone answered at his office. he was having some type of problem with his heart. i started to feel bad because earlier i was cussing him out for not being at the office when i tried getting a hold of him. anyways after being there for about an hour his dad shows up with his girlfriend, i wasn't to happy but oh well. when i was on my way into the er i called steve to tell him and all he said was "ok keep me posted". i guess sense i didn't call he got concerned and came up there. little did i know that his side kick bev was going to tag along with him.

anyways we had our first real issue with the nurses when they tried putting the iv into little man's hand. Now i inderstand completely that baby's veind are very very tiny i get that. but what i don't get is why have someone who could honestly care less that she's hurting a baby put the iv's in. yes grant it evan was putting up a huge fight with her, he so did not like being poked, but seriously why do you have to squeeze so hard the you are sitting there digging into a little hand. she had such a grip on him that his little arm bruised imdiately. she ended up blowing 3 viens in his right hand and 2 in his left hand. she finally decided to go get another nurse. well this nurse was just as evil.lol this new nurse had such a grip on him that she was sitting there white knuckled with the pressure. this whole process took a half hour and after everything they put him through they ended up not putting him on the iv. now during this whole process me and steve were trying to calm evan, needless to say we weren't doing a great job. evan was fighting them the whole time. there was one good thing that happen though, steve cried. finally he showed some type of emotion for evan. i wasn't crying i was completely pissed at how they were treating a baby. now i understand that he is my baby boy, but i would have had the same problem if i saw them do this to another baby. these two nurses that tried had absolutly no compassion for what they were doing to a baby. the one nurse even said with an attitude "well there goes that vein". oh when she said that both me and steve looked at each other and were both about to jump over the table to stop her. like we both said, we can sit there and watch nureses put iv's in us without being bothered, but evan has no idea why he was being hurt.

anyways, so the chest xray came back clear....thank god. no fluid on his lungs like the doctor first thought. so after 7 hours of the er they finally admitted him. they wanted to observe him for the night to make sure his breathing was normal and that he was eating without vomitting everything back up. i was completely ok with this. i wanted them to admit him. i'd rather be safe than sorry. so while we were waiting on a bad up on the pedi's floor i sorta got into it with bev. now during the whole day when someone would come and check evan or to talk to his parents, they would talk to steve and bev because they thought she was his mother. each time this happen i had to tell the nurses and docs "i'm his mom" and she would get an attitude about it. so anyways after a whole day of dealing with what was going on with evan, steve bringing her with him, in other words a stressed day in general. bev made a comment directly to me that sent me over the edge. there happen to be another baby in the er also, she looks right at me and says "well at least my baby is pretty", i lost it. i honestly can't remember what i said to her, i have never in my life been that pissed off at anyone. now i know that there are a few people that have told me i need to get used to her being around evan because having one more person loving him will onlyh benifit him as he gets older. i do agree with that to some degree, but when she is refering to my child as her's that's where i draw the line. then on top of her saying what she did, all steve did was smile when she said it. so after a whole day of stress we got admitted and they finally left....thank god. but to my surprise guess who shows up to keep me company yesturday..yep you guessed my "new best friend" bev. she even took the day off work to come to the hospital. i asked her what she told her boss when she called off for the day and her answer was because "our boy is sick." so i guess i wasn't clear enough the day before because she's still refering to him as her's.

now i would be ok with her making comments like these IF and it's a big if, If she happen to be step mom but she is only a girlfriend and the fact that she came to the hospital without steve really doesn't sit well with me at all. so amyways we are home now. they sent him home with breathing treatments. his breathing is caused from a common cold...he's doing much better with the treatments. so all i can do is hope the cold doesn't get any worse.