All of Thursday Eddie was acting very strangely - while his appetite was fine and his temperature was normal, he wouldn't leave me the entire day. I literally held him the whole day while he slept on and off in on my chest. When he wasn't sleeping, he was staring blankly. Now, I don't mind the chest to chest snuggles, but my mommy radar was in the red - I knew something was wrong. Was it teeth? A growth spurt? Or worse, and ear infection? My fears were numbed after a great night's sleep and Eddie waking up to his normal self. Then, when I picked him up from his afternoon nap, it started again - he wouldn't hold his head up, it just immediately flopped onto me. Keith was over visiting and he wouldn't even play with him, he just looked up and cried. He wouldn't leave my chest, yet again. Trusting my gut, I called the pedi. The office couldn't get me in, but I could go to the convenient care center. Now, let me say that I have been to the other immediate care center in Sycamore and always had great experiences. (My clumsy self has been there more times than I'd like to admit) But I've never been to the one that the Dekalb Clinic runs.
I WILL NEVER GO THERE AGAIN. I love my pediatrician, as I've said here before. But I have never been more pissed at a doctor's office in my life. I know this is different, and at these places they deal with a huge variety of ailments. My first hint should have been when the receptionist called the pediatric department (hellloooo? same clinic. I've already called, they sent me here!) to ask if I could squeeze in over there. She didn't want to keep an 8 month old waiting for over an hour. (Over an hour? Hm, that can't be. I'll be patient)...they couldn't do it. (duh) so I went to take my seat.
TWO HOURS LATER we were called back. Two fucking hours. It's a good thing that Eddie was perfectly content laying on me and that I was mildly amused by my Blackberry. 45 MINUTES LATER the doctor wanders into the room. (Did I mention that there was only ONE PERSON there besides us? One person....so it wasn't like it was jammed packed....that I could understand. But one person? Come the fuck on) (Did I also mention that the doctor that walked in said that he only shook fingers? He wouldn't shake my hand, only my index finger.....um.....okay, nutjob)
The diagnosis? A double ear infection and a temperature of 101.7. My poor baby! We've got him some meds and I hope they help. As much as I cursed crawling, I would really appreciate to have my crazy crawling man back. I plan to call my normal pedi on Tuesday just to check that he agrees with the on-call doctor, but other than that - I'll go to the AIM care from now on when I really want some convenience.
-maggie
(sorry for all of the f-bombs. I'm a little frustrated)
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