What ya know?
It turns out that I actually do have some sort of Motherly Instincts going on. How did that happen... some times I feel so clueless when it comes to being a mommy. On Saturday Keith and I went out looking for sheds for more storage, this new place is so small and not much storage space. We seem to be over crowded already in here. Anyway, Emily was not her usual happy self while shopping. She enjoys sitting in the cart like a big girl, watching everyone. She screamed the whole time so we made a short day out of it. She seemed better once we were home but Sunday morning was a whole different story. She screamed ALL morning, non-stop. Keith is putting the shed together and I am in the house wondering what the hec is going on while I am getting more scared by the minute. I decide to call the nurse on base and she accounts Em's screams to her gums really bothering her. I said to her it wasn't... no way is she screaming like a banshie because her gums are bothering her. The nurse the whole time is acting like I am over reacting... So, I decide I am going to bring her to the ER. As soon as we step in the hospital Em vomits all over the floor... She goes to see this old ass doctor who says she has an EAR INFECTION... Strange, didn't I say I was worried about this before... I ask him about the vomiting and he states to me "People vomit"...thanks for the help ass! Gez, what is with the medical community? Why do they not listen to people when they are worried about something? Are they just sick of hearing it? I don't care if they are, this is MY daughter and I am not F'ing around here people... So, I bring her home after seeing the ass and after Emily gave a full concert of "La-La's" to all the sick people in the waiting room. I am sure they are full of gratitude for the entertainment...
I get her home, get her to sleep... she wakes up two hours later to a high fever of 102...I almost crapped myself on the spot. I call my back up, my mother and her being a good mother and NURSE she tells me to call the hospital again. Of course I do and they tell me to pump her full of Motrin and if it gets worse to bring her back in. Needless to say after a long night her fever finally broke in the wee hours of the morning. She is going to her regular doctor today for a follow up. I will let you know how it goes.
I was so annoyed because people were not taking me serious about how Em felt. I won't question my instincts again. Some where in me I have this "I know my child" thing going on and I am the only one who can speak for her at the moment. I guess God give mother's that ability for a reason...
Speaking of the whole mother-child bond... The other night I went to do one of my rounds of checking in on Em while she was sleeping... She was in a good solid sleep when she reached her hand out to me through the rails... I looked at her again to make sure I didn't wake her, she was still asleep, still doing the small sweet snore she does. I touched her hand, let her know Mommy is always there and gentley put it back on her Blankey Bear. She has been doing that since the day I saw her for the first time in the NICU... This tiny little hand reached to me and from then on I haven't let go. I was there for her all those days, I am here for her now and will always be. She still does it when she is awake too... she will drink her bottle and put her hand to me so I can kiss her palms while she drinks. It is the sweetest thing ever.
Well, the little one needs to eat her breakfast... so I better get a move on... Ta-ta for now...
I get her home, get her to sleep... she wakes up two hours later to a high fever of 102...I almost crapped myself on the spot. I call my back up, my mother and her being a good mother and NURSE she tells me to call the hospital again. Of course I do and they tell me to pump her full of Motrin and if it gets worse to bring her back in. Needless to say after a long night her fever finally broke in the wee hours of the morning. She is going to her regular doctor today for a follow up. I will let you know how it goes.
I was so annoyed because people were not taking me serious about how Em felt. I won't question my instincts again. Some where in me I have this "I know my child" thing going on and I am the only one who can speak for her at the moment. I guess God give mother's that ability for a reason...
Speaking of the whole mother-child bond... The other night I went to do one of my rounds of checking in on Em while she was sleeping... She was in a good solid sleep when she reached her hand out to me through the rails... I looked at her again to make sure I didn't wake her, she was still asleep, still doing the small sweet snore she does. I touched her hand, let her know Mommy is always there and gentley put it back on her Blankey Bear. She has been doing that since the day I saw her for the first time in the NICU... This tiny little hand reached to me and from then on I haven't let go. I was there for her all those days, I am here for her now and will always be. She still does it when she is awake too... she will drink her bottle and put her hand to me so I can kiss her palms while she drinks. It is the sweetest thing ever.
Well, the little one needs to eat her breakfast... so I better get a move on... Ta-ta for now...