blossmwrld
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Sorry in advance, this is going to be long and rambling but I need to get it out.
Characters: Me, Big B (43), wife, H (38, 16 weeks pregnant) and son, little B (8).
Background: Both H and little B have had a cold for about a week. Little B is a disgusting human being like all 8 year old boys and H works at a high school so no surprise. H thought she pulled a muscle in her back coughing Monday so she went into urgent care to be safe (which I thought was totally unnecessary and a bit dramatic). Urgent care doc spends less than 10 minutes, runs zero tests, tells her she’s pregnant so there’s nothing else he can do and sends her home with instructions to stretch when her back hurts.
Today:Little B comes in our room around 4:30 this morning carrying his garbage can with last night’s dinner in it and all he can say is “I barfed”. Ok no biggie, get him cleaned up and back to bed before H wakes up. An hour later I hear the unmistakable sounds of him vomiting again. Kid’s a champ and managed to get everything into the garbage can both times so it’s another simple clean up. Reassure him he’s alright and I’ll stay home with him for the day. Give it another hour and now I’m feeling like crap. Turns out I fed us some bad leftovers last night and we’re both dealing with it. Feel pretty bad about it, but nothing I can change by now expect staying home and snuggling him for the day. Luckily H didn’t eat the same things as us so she’s not puking.
We make it through the day and ask grandma and grandpa to come watch him while H and I go to her 16 week check up. Everything’s great with the baby but OB isn’t happy with how H is breathing and the back pain so she sends us back to urgent care for a CT scan to rule out PE (blood clot in the lungs). 4 hours later, scans and labs are back and H has pneumonia and hit all 4 factors for sepsis. Oh shit. They decide to admit her for the night but have to send her to a sister hospital 30 minutes away because they don’t have a 24 hour OB locally. BTW, I’m not allowed to drive her, she has to go by ambulance so that’s great.
I scramble home to pack her a bag and get everything she needs to stay in the hospital for at least one night. Send little B home to stay with grandpa for the night and get back. I can follow the ambulance to the other hospital and sit in the waiting room overnight or go home. H assures me that it’s better if I go home and try to sleep.
Now I’m sitting in an empty house wondering who the bigger asshole is; me or the doc who refused to even test H for anything on Monday.
TLDR: gave my son food poisoning and dismissed my pregnant wife’s concerns as being dramatic only to find out she had pneumonia and possibly sepsis and now she’s alone in the hospital for at least one night.
Characters: Me, Big B (43), wife, H (38, 16 weeks pregnant) and son, little B (8).
Background: Both H and little B have had a cold for about a week. Little B is a disgusting human being like all 8 year old boys and H works at a high school so no surprise. H thought she pulled a muscle in her back coughing Monday so she went into urgent care to be safe (which I thought was totally unnecessary and a bit dramatic). Urgent care doc spends less than 10 minutes, runs zero tests, tells her she’s pregnant so there’s nothing else he can do and sends her home with instructions to stretch when her back hurts.
Today:Little B comes in our room around 4:30 this morning carrying his garbage can with last night’s dinner in it and all he can say is “I barfed”. Ok no biggie, get him cleaned up and back to bed before H wakes up. An hour later I hear the unmistakable sounds of him vomiting again. Kid’s a champ and managed to get everything into the garbage can both times so it’s another simple clean up. Reassure him he’s alright and I’ll stay home with him for the day. Give it another hour and now I’m feeling like crap. Turns out I fed us some bad leftovers last night and we’re both dealing with it. Feel pretty bad about it, but nothing I can change by now expect staying home and snuggling him for the day. Luckily H didn’t eat the same things as us so she’s not puking.
We make it through the day and ask grandma and grandpa to come watch him while H and I go to her 16 week check up. Everything’s great with the baby but OB isn’t happy with how H is breathing and the back pain so she sends us back to urgent care for a CT scan to rule out PE (blood clot in the lungs). 4 hours later, scans and labs are back and H has pneumonia and hit all 4 factors for sepsis. Oh shit. They decide to admit her for the night but have to send her to a sister hospital 30 minutes away because they don’t have a 24 hour OB locally. BTW, I’m not allowed to drive her, she has to go by ambulance so that’s great.
I scramble home to pack her a bag and get everything she needs to stay in the hospital for at least one night. Send little B home to stay with grandpa for the night and get back. I can follow the ambulance to the other hospital and sit in the waiting room overnight or go home. H assures me that it’s better if I go home and try to sleep.
Now I’m sitting in an empty house wondering who the bigger asshole is; me or the doc who refused to even test H for anything on Monday.
TLDR: gave my son food poisoning and dismissed my pregnant wife’s concerns as being dramatic only to find out she had pneumonia and possibly sepsis and now she’s alone in the hospital for at least one night.