I learned a valuable lesson today, or actually just re-iterated it to myself. Mother's Intuition is a very real, very powerful thing. I didn't listen to mine today.
|Waiting room at Urgent Care|
Barring one unfortunate encounter with a PA there, we've had pretty good luck with the Urgent Care center near our house. So I decided to take him there to start. As I left the house, something in me told me to just take him up to All Children's Hospital, which is where he's had his surgeries. Round trip, it would have been an extra 30-40 minutes of travel time. I wanted to be able to get him home to rest as quickly as possible though, so I opted for the Urgent Care Center.
|Playing peek with Mommy while waiting|
As I left the Urgent Care, I told myself I should just get on the interstate and head up to All Children's. I then convinced myself that the local hospital would be faster, therefore allowing me to get little man home to bed sooner. So I ignored my instinct again, and took him to the local hospital (which is very good, but not equipped to deal solely with children).
|ER Waiting Room|
Fast forward through 20 excruciating minutes for my child (and me) of IV attempts and failures, multiple trips in and out of the room for supplies (one would think you'd have that all on hand before you poke a 14-month-old), and me feeling as though I'd held my child down so others could torture him. He finally got the much-needed fluids, and they ran some blood tests to rule out more serious conditions. We waited while the fluids reached their prescribed amount. I listened to 3 people repeat the same information to me before I signed the paperwork that freed us.
|Asleep in my arms while rehydrating|
On our drive home I apologized to him numerous times, though he couldn't hear me through sleep, or comprehend my words if he had. I vowed to him to do better at listening to my own advice, and I filed in my own head this particular reiteration that Mother does, indeed, know best.