The kids have been sick. One will get better and the next in line will get it. I have been off and on fighting off a cold. It's been a trying week to say the least. Today, after Nathan running a mild to high fever for about 4 days, I took him in to see the doctor on call. She looked him over and said all seemed fine, but wanted to send him for an x-ray.
And this doctor had little bedside manner. Trust me lady, I didn't want to be there anymore than you did!
So we had to go to the local hospital's ER to get that done. I'm not used to that. Our old pediatrician had everything in house. I wasn't thrilled about taking my 18 month old, whose immune system is already working overtime, to an ER full of germs. But whatever. This is where I should have listened to my gut. Should have just came home and let things run its course. So we get in there and get worked in and taken back to get the x-rays done. We walk in there and the tech tells me that since he is a baby they will have to put him in this. I just looked at it, looked at him, looked back at it and looked back at him and then said, "REALLY!?!!?!?". He said, "Yes, sometimes adults just don't know their own strength and we do this so no one gets hurt." It was horrible. HORRIBLE! I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever do that crap again. I am getting the kids a new pediatrician tomorrow. There is NO WAY we are going back there. NO FREAKING WAY!
Doctor just called and said everything was normal. To just let it runs it's course. Easy for her to say. She doesn't have to listen to her baby crackle when he breathes.