Good morning 
Rainee's working on hospital time and was up at 6. As daddy did night duty, and all of Rainee's evening meds I got up with her. I actually didn't get out of bed all night, the first in a week. LOL We had to give Rainee treatments every 4 and 6 hours, so daddy was up a lot. Plus Mari Man decided sleep was highly over-rated and wanted to get up and play. We finally nixed that one, and put him in the crib and ignored him. (bad us 
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Rainee slept good, and is doing not too bad.
Well, our hectic life continues. We want to know if Rainee's saturation (stats) always drop at night. So with the blessing of the pulminologist we are getting a pulse ox machine to use on her for a month or so. The problem? In order to get it we have to drive 2 hours one way. If we were willing to wait a week they would deliver it to us, but ummm NOT! So, after Rainee's doctor appointment I guess we're driving to Bremerton. It is so absolutely NOT what I wanted to do on my husbands one day off. ugh, sigh, whine, and stamping of feet pictured here.
I'm so tired, I'd love to do what we did yesterday, take turns sleeping all day. BUT well, I'm a parent, and I guess thats out in the terms of reality.
btw did you know that reality SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In regards to the hospital visit. I still haven't gotten my camera out of the car to show you what our week was like, maybe I'll get to it tonight. (who knows around here)
It was a long hard week as I'm sure you can imagine. Watching them put the oxygen nodule on Rainee was the hardest part probably all week. Its just tubing taped on her cheeks. It wasn't painful, it helped her breathe. But with all of both of my girls respitory stuff they've NEVER had to need oxygen other then what was in the mist tent. So, this was a terribly hard first for me. And she was up to two liters of oxygen. She would have been transferred to Seattle if she'd made it to three. Part of me wishes she would have, because nobody answered my HARD questions over the week.
Today, I'm desperately hoping that Dr. W. will. See the icky part of my doctors clinic, is yeah you can pick your doctor when you go in for normal visits, BUT when your in the hospital its russian roulette as to who sees you. I.E. a different doctor each night. And NONE of them read her chart before coming in. They kept trying to take off/change meds that were ordered by the pulminologist. Without KNOWING WHY. And as you may imagine the mommy got MAD.
I however did quite a good job of being this quiet and sane mommy who stood her ground. All an act let me tell you, because each time I had to tell a doctor no. I'd cry on Pam's shoulder (one of the nurses) And then I'd get on the phone and do it some more to DH. Gotta love the chronic sick kids life.
The highlight of my week (read sarcasm here) Was when a baby was checked in next door with BAD respitory stuff, and his parents put him in the cage (hospital's idea of a crib) and let him scream while they slept. His sats kept dropping and dropping. And the nurses and respitory therapists were panicky, and he was hungry, and the parents slept. I did NOT sleep that night, and it was all I could do to NOT go into that crib pick up the baby and start rocking him and singing to him. Shoot I would have nursed him if I could have. When a babys sats are at 85% you DO NOT NOT NOT let him scream. Besides the fact that he's not in unfamiliar territory etc, etc, etc.
Well because they couldn't get that poor baby stable they had to call the on call doctor at my clinic in at O dark 30. He fussed with the baby for several hours. And d'uh they gave him a bottle, snuggled with him and h is sats picked up, and he was much better. (D'uh) Okay, can you sense the stupidity of the parents. Poor baby.
Soooooooooooo the doctor decides to visit me for his daily rounds at 7 am because of already being there. Problem was is he too was angry at the parents next door. And he walked into my room like a thunder cloud. Welllllllll I had a bone to pick with him 'cause he'd dropped a med that had been ordered the pulminologist. So, I started calmly asking him why. And he accused me of being angry. Now I do angry well, fact I have a problem with anger, but I wasn't angry at that moment. But of course the quickest way to make a woman mad is accuse them of being mad. So I saw red. I did NOT holler at him, but I did get my point across, and kept myself 98% under control. And he would NOT change the med back. And I was ticked. BUT I decided to take it up with Dr. W. when the clinic was open. So he headed out the door, and mommy (bad mommy) said JERK! just as he was closing the door. I think he heard me, and it was wrong. BUT OH MY did it feel good!!!!!!!!
snicker
Eventually things were resolved. And without going over his head. He decided (like it was his own idea) to do what the pulminologist had ordered. (good decision). And I left Rainee crying in the cage told the nurse I was going for a walk. And went out to my car and bawled. Came back in less then five minutes later put my stone face on and became the good mommy again. When I walked in he was all sweet, and professional, and said "I've decided to change the order." I guess he had his bawl too while I was gone. snicker
I hate confronting and I did a lot of it this weekend. The next morning (24 hours later) When he was in a good mood, I was in a good mood, and Rainee was getting released. I told him. I have a comment to make to you. I want you to hear it in the lightest of tones. And then said this..."For future reference, the quickest way to make anybody angry is to tell them that they are angry. I did a poll, and all the woman here agree. The nurse was in on the conversation and she snickered and said oh definitely." The doctor didn't apologize, but he had the grace to be sheepish, and all was resolved.
So, that's my battles with the doctor blogs. Did I mention I also did battle with his wife? It actually was my first battle. And she was extremely gracious and apologetic about it. She did NOT read Rainee's chart before coming in. And I knew it. hehehe. And she said she was gonna drop a med, and without even thinking I said "No, your not." (A year ago I NEVER NEVER NEVER would of been able to do that) I explained why, and she agreed that was a good thing.
After she left I stewed about the fact that I KNEW she didn't read the chart. So when she came around on evening rounds. I just said calmly and sweetly it bothered me. She apologized profusely said she had gotten sloppy, and things went well. 
All of this goes to prove doctors are human, not gods. and that concludes my doctors blog, the rainee saga continues....
Rainee thought it was quite nummy!!!
Poor thing, she still isn't quite old enough to always tell me somethings wrong. She'll just get quiet, and I'll realize she can't breathe. She doesn't wheeze like Rainee. You can hear Rainee's breathing across the room when she's in distress, she just gets super duper quiet. Guess I'll just watch her even closer.
