8 hours in ER = a whole lotta nothing

Not that that's bad - Baby boy came home with a diagnosis of an upper respiratory virus.  We are just supposed to watch him and make sure he doesn't get any worse.  All of his tests came back negative.  

All in all, the ER sucks.  We actually went yesterday after being directed by our doctor.  After 3 hours, we made the parental executive decision that the germs in that room were far worse than taking our chances at home.  The ER pediatrician David saw today said that was a good call.  The nurses were overworked and rude.  No one seemed to care that there was a newborn preemie in the same room with people with obvious major respiratory illness.  I guess I need to just learn to wait my turn.  If I could have paid someone off to let us in, I would have.  

Anyway, when David returned this morning, it was a whole different scene.  Everyone was pleasant and he got right in.  It was a long day and a lot of waiting, but I'm glad Max got a thorough check out.

What are you doing to me Dad?

Thank you for all of your positive thoughts and a special thank you to Zondra who dropped everything she was doing last night to come and watch baby girl so David and I could be together.  I was falling apart and really needed him there.  Nothing like a panic attack in the ER.  He's officially tapped at ER dad - because if I have to do that again, the baby won't be the only patient.