I. Baroness Von Munchhausen By Proxy
Donny was coughing a little bit when we picked him up from daycare on Friday. Nothing much but it was something he hasn't done before. Later that night, he felt kind of warm but I took his temperature and it was normal. Mike got home later that night and we decided to call the doctor on call for our doctor's office just to get some advice. The doctor didn't seem too concerned but, saying that we were first time parents, suggested we bring him to the emergency room. I'm thinking, quick exam, prescription and that's it.
Nope. Not by a long shot.
The ER nurse on call listened to Donovan's heart and pretty much put us on the fast track back to the emergency room, which we shared with a gentleman who was having complications from diabetes and his three female relatives, all of whom were certifiably slaphappy. We were in the ER for about 7 hours, during which time they took xrays, blood samples and an actual SPINAL TAP. That, my friends, was horrific. Donny cried so much he basically passed out, which was a small blessing, I suppose. The spinal tap was to rule out meningitis and the results would take 48 hours so that's how long he would have to stay in the hospital.
Did I mention Sunday was Mike's 4oth birthday?
II. Baroness Von Munchhausen Not By Proxy
The room they put us in only had one bed and no fold out couch like before. Mike and I decided that I would stay with the boy and he would go home and take care of the cats and get ready to pick up the rental car (long story). Donny slept really well and I guess I did too but, when I woke up, I had this cough. The Cough of The New Century. The Cough that makes me sound like Marlene Dietrich after she's been punched in the windpipe. But that comes later.
All of the tests came back negative so Donovan got sprung early on good behavior. We were able to go up to Mike's folks so Mike could have a birthday dinner. Donovan was his normal, super smiley self, only when he cried, he didn't make any noise.
III. Today and Tomorrow
My cough really bloomed into madness last night so I took off of work today. I won the Nobel Prize for Obviousness today for my realization that you can take a day off of work but you can't take a day off of motherhood. That meant I had to go fetch the boy from daycare before 6pm. Luckily, there is a bus that leaves the Herron Avenue Station and takes me right to Eastminster. When Miss Tekeela saw me she said, "Obviously your baby isn't here. Obviously, someone came and took him." As we went to look for him she told me, nicely, that I looked terrible. I explained I'd taken today and tomorrow off of work and she said, "That's good because Donovan had diarrhea today and he can't come in tomorrow. That's our policy."
So much for the unadulterated Sick Day sleep. Alas.
We found Donovan with Miss Chantal and, as I was loading him into his stroller, Miss Tekeela said, "We'll miss you tomorrow Donovan! You're our best baby!" I demurred on his behalf, saying "I bet you say that to all the babies." In total seriousness, Miss Tekeela clarified, "Let's get this straight right now: I do NOT say that to all the babies!"
My son The Overachiever.
Tomorrow he has a doctor's appointment to follow up from his hospital stay and then, if all goes well, he has his outpatient surgery for his cordee (sp?). And that's all I'll say about that. I feel like I'm betraying his confidence going online about his boy parts. Suffice it to say its outpatient surgery and everything should be fine.
Prayers and positive energy, however, will be graciously accepted.