Everyone in the house is fine, and the story turns out OK.
So. In wondering how my craptastic week could finish with a bang, I have to confess I didn't ponder a couple hours spent at the hospital.
Bebe was playing all nice today, hitting me with plastic toys, running around, etc. Nothing out of the ordinary. Around 3:30 she starts to nap, which is good with me. Oddly, she doesn't hop right off the couch when her mom gets home. Fast-forward to six-ish, and the fever I mentioned she had earlier hasn't abated, and may have even been worse. Then the throwing up. So, that's about a 3-4 hour turnaround from perfectly healthy bebe with a slight cough to packing a book for the car in case we're at the hospital overnight.
The timeline:
6:15 - get to Laurel Regional Hospital, sign in at the emergency room.
6:35 - in triage, getting basics done.
6:50 - we've got a room, waiting on a doc.
7:05 - we have a doc, who thinks bebe might have a lung infection or something. What have you.
7:30 - some tech starts an "embolizer" (sp?) which is giving bebe vaporized asthma medicine (albutrol) to help her lungs breath better and cut through the congestion.
8:00 - bebe is no longer simply alternating between being totally listless and crying constantly. In fact, she's even asking about things, and playing with my keys.
8:20 - get down to the x-ray tech, and let me tell you how much bebe didn't like *that.*
8:40 - checking out of the hospital.
9:15 - get home from the CVS pharmacy with prescriptions. Bebe has been sleeping in the car for a while, and is right to bed.
So, not how I want to spend my Saturday night. Or, really, any night.
