So my parents "left" yesterday. They wanted us to have some "nuclear family time" before I had to go back to work. Yes, my dad says stuff like that. We love him for it.
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Mo and I were happy to have the apartment back to ourselves and spend some time with Jojo and each other. We started looking for some daycare options. We were given the idea that getting into the Integris facility was not going to be a problem, but now it is. Oh well.
Then Mo went into the shower. When she came out she seemed a bit haggard. She told me she wasn't feels so well and threw up in the shower. I told her to call Dr. Thomas. Getting in to see Dr. Thomas is not easy. A few months back one of the other doctors she shares the clinic with quit or left or something. Dr. Thomas went from 5 patients a day to 25 patients a day. I don't blame her, she's good at her job and that makes her high demand.
So of course, there was no way to see her today. They could get us in to see one of the other clinic doctors but not till 4. So we just went to one of the Urgent Care centers. After they took some vitals, they asked me to come into the exam room. My heart rate went from "normal" to "sayoc-krav maga-kill" almost instantly because that has never happened before. They showed me the vitals (which mean nothing to me) and I am thinking "are you leading up to cancer or heart disease or something?" But then he (finally) told me she seemed anemic and he wanted us to go to the ER and get some fluids.
So we went home, loaded up supplies for Jojo (bottles, diapers, etc) and went to the ER. Or rather, we took Mo to the ER and I took Jojo to the main lobby. I really, really, really, did not want a 2 week old in an ER. nothing about that seemed smart. I didn't want Jojo in the hospital. His immune system is nothing like fully developed. Granted, we hope he gets
his mothers immune system, but still.
So I was in the main lobby keeping in touch with Mo via iPhone and taking care of Jojo. That, as you can imagine was less than ideal. I hadn't eaten in hours by this point, mo is alone getting paler and more miserable by the minute, and I can't risk Jojo to be near her. If I want to go to the bathroom I have to load everything up. If I want to eat, load everything up.
Now, I know for a 100% fact that I have a good half dozen friends who would have been there to help in under 15 minutes. (you know who you are and you are awesome). But I also knew I would need to facebook these events at some point.
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More over, I did not want my folks to completely freak out. So I texted them to let them know what was going on, but everything was manageable and I would let them know if we needed them. So of course, they showed up within a half hour.
Mom took Jojo (home eventually) and I went to Mo. Dad hung out in the waiting area the entire time, even after we went to an exam room. We really wanted to minimize exposure. I didn't hold Jojo until after I got home, changed clothes, and washed my hands to the elbow.
Mo was very tired and pale. ER service is slooooooooow, but oddly busy. You are in a constant state of intense awareness that something important will happen any second and that is exhausting. They took blood, urine, all the normal stuff. She had a fever of 103.4. They got her some pain killer, anti-nausea, fluids, and so forth and got the fever down. She got some sleep. Eventually after running a few dozen tests, and Mo was doing much better with the fluids, meds, and rest, they couldn't give a solid explanation for it all. Everything pointed to a virus, but it wasn't any of the obvious culprits. Just a unknown little flu-like bug. We got more fluids, her fever was down to 100.7, a script for anti-nausea meds, and went home. Basically to treat it like a virus.
One of the sad parts was we had her pump in the ER (mainly to give her some relief and keep her supply up). Sadly, the milk was contaminated by the virus and the meds. Thankfully, my wife is brilliant and had built up a small extra supply. Not too much, but enough for a day or two. If her fever is gone before that runs out, awesome. If not, we will get to do a little formula. That's not a big deal, mainly I just wanted to brag how awesome my wife is.
So now we are home after one hell of an exciting day. My folks took care of Jojo last night so Mo and I could recover. Which really plays to what my Mom wanted all along, that is, more time with Jojo. She basically had him to herself the entire day and the following night. Which begs the question, was it all part of my mother's plan? Did she poison Mo? In the absence of any evidence, I'm forced to assume yes.
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| The face of a super-villain |
All kidding aside for a moment, thanks mom and dad. We seriously appreciate it.
