On Tuesday night I picked up groceries and Michael picked up Jacob. When he got home he complained that the day care had once again fed him more than we normally do. This has been an ongoing problem that I thought I fixed. For some reason the director of the center is quick to say he's a big baby and then exceed my feeding plan by not only increasing the amount of bottles given, but also increasing the amount in them. We grumbled about it and decided that Michael needed to go in and talk to her since my efforts seemed to have had only a short-term affect, then we went on with our lives. We started our dinner and I fed Jacob.
Around 7:30 Jacob threw up so we bathed him all seemed fine. Then it happened again, and we started to worry a bit. One more time and phone calls were made and we got instruction from the doctor on call to feed him a couple ounces of formula with a medicine dropper. He still couldn't keep it down so we headed off to the ER around 10:30.
There were about 30 people in the waiting room so we figured we were in for a long night, but within 20 minutes our name was called and Jacob went in for triage. She sent us to the next waiting room and even told us we were next. We honestly thought we were in luck and it would be a simple process.
40 minutes later we were called in to a treatment room and told we were 4th in line. Still not bad.
3 hours later we told them we were leaving because we'd been sitting in a room with a narrow bed and tiny stool for 3 hours, had no clue what the doctor even looked like, and had been told 5 times that it should only be 10 more minutes. One nurse even told us that 2 hours was normal waiting time for an ER then walked off when I told her we'd already been there twice that.
5 minutes later the doctor showed up.
He talked a lot, but we understood from him that he couldn't diagnose it as a stomach bug because there were no other signs. He gave Jacob a 1/2 tablet of Zofran and then we waited to see if that would help him keep something down. They couldn't find any Pedialyte so Jacob got his first taste of Jello - and he LOVED it.
After 6 hours in the emergency room we were finally able to take our sleepy little man home and get 3 hours of sleep until the appointment with our normal pediatrician.
The alarm clock went off 30 minutes before our appointment, we both woke up but Jacob stayed asleep between us, so we nodded off again for 15 minutes. Luckily the doctor's office is close and we still made it right on time. I've never been so happy to only have to sit in the waiting room for 5 minutes.
We discussed the entire night with our doctor (who I have many times said I love because of how good she is) and her simple conclusion was that he had been overfed during the day and his stomach just couldn't take anymore that night.
I talked to Jacob's teacher and told her that he wouldn't be coming in for the rest of the week since I canceled the sub posting I had. She felt horrible and wasn't the one in his room on Tuesday, and I still fully trust her. She is the main reason we want to keep that day care. However, Michael will be talking to the director and letting her know this is the last straw...I'm just glad he's had some time to cool down now.
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