As I sit in the Denver International Airport and wait for a flight, I thought I'd fill you in on the highlights of the last couple weeks with Calvin...
The ER! A few weeks ago, Calvin had a fever of 100.5. Poor baby. I woke up at 3am to nurse him and he was blazing hot. So in the morning we called the doc's office and they said to come in. 15 minutes later, they said, nope - you have to take him to the ER and sooner rather than later. WHAT?! We were confused, but headed that way while calling our midwife. She couldn't believe they were doing this and felt the ER was a little much and we should be able to see the doc first. So called the doc, on hold for 20 minutes, so we went to a coffee shop. Finally got the nurse and she said we could bring Calvin in, but the doc would just tell us to go to the ER. So we had no choice, really. We even called a 'holistic' pediatrician. He said go to the ER.
So we left the coffee shop with a happy baby and headed to the ER. Joy of joys. We had to endure a urine sample (which I managed to get them to use a bag to catch his pee instead of a catheter. Yay for one less intervention!), blood test - 8 FRICKIN' POKES! in my poor baby. They let me nurse him whilst poking the poor kid. Stupid inexperienced nurse... And a chest xray. But this takes the cake - they wanted to do a spinal tap. Which they prettied up by calling it a 'lumbar puncture' or in doctor-ease 'LP.' We had a cool doc - who, I kid you not, looked like Digger from Shirt Tales.
We avoided the LP because Calvin was such a talkative, happy baby - Digger didn't seem to think he had spinal meningitis. So we waited for blood test results for a couple hours and they came back fine. Finally, we left and went home Calvin's been great ever since! Silly doctors.
