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Colin got really sick one night last week and was vomiting every half an hour or so it seemed.  ( after while time seemed to blur together and I didn't know which end was up...)  He ended up getting dehydrated and having his first trip to the ER.  One thing I have learned after have a loss is that it makes it all that much more harder when your child ends up in the hospital even if its for something very routine as just getting fluids.  I was the calm one while drivng to the ER while my husband was driving like it was a life and death situation.  But then once I walked through those doors it made it too real.  Seeing my son placed on the hospital bed and getting a gown on.  Then came the IV...I knew he was going to get the IV to get fluids in him but his veins weren't very cooperative.  So they had a tough time...and it was those flashbacks of when Scott was getting IV's and how long it would take for them to get one in him.  Then at one point I had to use the restroom and I realized when in the bathroom the last time I was at this hospital using the restroom was when I had my miscarriage and when I realized that everything had passed.  Bottom line I hate hospitals and I realized sitting with my son that the only positive experience i have had the past few years with a hospital was my mom's liver transplant.  The fluids did the trick and perked my little guy right up.  Pale was he when we got there so pale even his lips did not have color and so lethargic.  But by the time we left there he was talking and singing with the nurses.  Yes, he had the two nurses singing My Sharona with him.

The doctor we were not pleased with in the ER.   We think he was on rotations as resident because if he truly is a pediatric doctor he shouldn't be...we don't think he has ever talked to a child before or interacted with one.  He would talk to Colin all clinical and use big words so that Colin would look at him with a blank stare like what in the heck are you saying??  and then he had to scare the crap out of me.  He walks in and says that his strep test is negative but his white blood count his high.  he then pauses looks at us and then decides to tell us that is normal when there is a virus...umm let's lead with that first next time instead of scaring the stuffing out of me first!  Later on my husband managed to drag out of him what a normal count would be and what his was and it was not that high at all.  Then he proceeded to dance around with us on doing a chest xray to see if he had pneumonia.  We were like if it's a possiblility then yes let's get it done.  He kept acting like well we could do one but...when he was the one to bring it up.  So we told him yes do an xray!  Colin loooved being wheeled around in his bed to get the xray.  

Now Colin is fine and bouncing off my walls this snow day.  and I am hoping we have no more visits to the ER any time soon!  My nerves can't handle it.