My heart stopped...yes, stopped. Then, the tears started. Thankfully, my mother in law (MIL) me me at the hospital. The ER check in lady was ROTTEN and the nurse that initially took care of us was even worse. I thought my MIL was going to kill her, it was actually funny. (Nurse Deb you need to work on your bedside manner, you are NOT nice.) She yanked and poked Tristan and I thought I was going to kill her. Candace..the other nurse... she was very sweet. Dr. Badger and Dr. Saad (not a great name for an ER doc) were great too... and after explaining it's hard to get through newborn "chub" to find a vein, he said that the head is the easiest place to put an IV. So... they did.
Here is my little boys head - and his nasty IV!!
Heartbreaking... and he had blood all over his head until they finally cleaned it up. Ugh
Finally, they told me I was getting moved up to a room. This is Ms. Kori, she was Tristan's nurse and she was INCREDIBLE. We loved Ms. Kori. She took great care of us all night long!!
Kimmie came up to the hospital to stay the night with me. We settled Mr. Cheeks in and then snuggled into a hospital bed together. Reminiscent of our Breast Cancer Walk days when we slept in the tent and snuggled because we were so cold. We even had a bought of laughing our butts off like little kids. Thank you Kimmie for the comic relief (and for the McDonald's) and Bebah for going to my house and getting all of my stuff that I desperately needed!!
Bebah and Grandpa Sam came back up in the morning to see Tristan and give him lots and lots of kisses (and some food to boot!)
FINALLY, at 9am on Monday... Daddy arrived. Whew
Then Daddy stole Mr. T's paci...which was VERY funny...
Then we were released at 2pm yesterday and I was SO thankful.
We went back to the pediatrician today, and Dr. Katz gave him the "all clear" - my little man is fine. Well, as long as I cut out ALL dairy, ALL eggs and THEN he'll be fine. So basically, I just went on a major diet. Wanted to lose 15 pounds anyway!
Praise God that my boy is ok, that Holt is home and that we get one more week.. with me home...just the three of us. Back to the real world next week. It's ok though, my little guy is in good hands!