posted by
rockstarpeach at 06:41pm on 18/07/2016
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I'd say it was a day and half, but that would be cutting it short. It was more like a week.
Spending nine hours in the ER with your scared child is not anyone's idea of a fun Sunday.
My girl had been suffering a sore throat and mild fever since Friday but by yesterday morning it still wasn't getting better and she was complaining of an earache as well. So, we took a trip to the walk-in clinic. Which turned into a trip to the ER and nine hours and ten nurses and six doctors and an IV with steroids and antibiotics and saline (and eventually some woozy juice for the surgery) and waiting around for the specialist (who was at a different hospital all damn day) who needed to needle out the puss from the back of her throat and a super nice nurse who checked in every few minutes as my daughter was coming out of the anesthesia and he finally sprung us at about quarter to nine at night, when she could NEARLY walk a straight line :)
She was terrified, she was bored, she was strong. She was a real trooper and all the doctors and nurses commented on how tough she was and I'm so very proud of her. But I will forever be haunted by the image of her looking up at me and wanting me to make it all go away and me not being able to.
Plus side, she's feeling much better today.
Spending nine hours in the ER with your scared child is not anyone's idea of a fun Sunday.
My girl had been suffering a sore throat and mild fever since Friday but by yesterday morning it still wasn't getting better and she was complaining of an earache as well. So, we took a trip to the walk-in clinic. Which turned into a trip to the ER and nine hours and ten nurses and six doctors and an IV with steroids and antibiotics and saline (and eventually some woozy juice for the surgery) and waiting around for the specialist (who was at a different hospital all damn day) who needed to needle out the puss from the back of her throat and a super nice nurse who checked in every few minutes as my daughter was coming out of the anesthesia and he finally sprung us at about quarter to nine at night, when she could NEARLY walk a straight line :)
She was terrified, she was bored, she was strong. She was a real trooper and all the doctors and nurses commented on how tough she was and I'm so very proud of her. But I will forever be haunted by the image of her looking up at me and wanting me to make it all go away and me not being able to.
Plus side, she's feeling much better today.
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*hugs*
I'm glad she's feeling better.
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But, we made it :)
Thanks!
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But yes, she's feeling SO MUCH better now.
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*hugs*
♡
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Thanks hon :)
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Thank you!