So the rules are that the tv and lights have to be off by midnight. And only one parent can sleep in the room at a time. Bull shit! They will have to drag me out of the room kicking and screaming if they think I am leaving this hospital room.
Sleeping was interesting. I had my choice between a really uncomfortable chair and a chair that reclined into a chlaustrophobic bed if it actally went down all the way which ours did not. Whoever drew the bed-chair got andrew, who slept in spurts waking up aggravated at the iv in his arm and the split holding his arm out straight.
Today we had to do his CT Scan, an adventure and a half with a 10 month old. He had to drink contrast, which he promptly threw up all over me. They gave him meds to knock him out for the procedure. He threw most of that up too. So as soon as they tried to put him on the machine, he was up and they had to knock him out with a second dose...
Do you know how much I hate waiting? Waiting for the blood tests...waiting for the scan results...waiting to hear if they'll let my boy go home today... Patience is a virtue I do not have.
So now that it's almost 8:00 our second night in the hospital, what do we know? We know we're stuck here for at least another day or two. He's anemic, hopefully a temporary side effect of the infection and all the fluids they are pumping him up with. We need to draw more blood and do more tests. We've been seen by 5 doctors today and are still waiting to meet with the kidney specialist.
And the scans show there's a "spot" on the top of his kidney that no one has any idea what it is. Best case scenario, we're looking at a symptom of the kidney infection. Worst case, I don't even want to think about it and writing it would make it too real.
His fever is starting to spike again and they're never going to let us go home until his fever finally gets under control.
Have I mentioned that this just sucks?
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