Good morning 
I'm back. I survived the tests.
I got very sick. Am still that way. (MAJOR cold/asthma) Hope I didn't give it to anybody over there.
Rainee survived the tests.
We're not doing any more tests. I can NOT go through this anymore, I can't watch while she goes through it anymore.
I bawled to our "real" doctor over there. She agreed that the tests weren't showing/helping. And she couldn't th ink of anymore tests either.
The attending doctor and the resident were bits of butt heads. They never once actually talked/played with Rainee. I don't like doctors who forget who the patient is.
The results of tests will be in two weeks. Preliminary results show we *may* get to take Rainee of oxygen. I don't think that the sleep test was a good example of how she really sleeps. (LONG LONG LONG story) But the pulinologist said she'd take that into account.
She also said she could cancel our July visit if that would help my sanity. *LOL* I don't have any of that left.
The camels back finally broke yesterday.
I have a happy lovely baby who has to be rescued breathing twice a day, can't walk yet, and doesn't sleep. The happy part is a good thing, I'll focus on that, and the rest I"M DONE TORTURING HER!
Of course I say this in exhaustion. If they were to come up with a very plausible logical reason for another test I probably would succomb. But om am I DONE at the moment.
The paperwork routine at the hospital was ridiculous. They took 2.5 hours to find Rainee's. While I entertained a unable to eat baby in a waiting room. And then they apologized in this way. Admitting; "I'm sorry, so sorry you had to wait, but it wasn't our fault it was 'x's fault." (uh hunh ok) Chest Clinic; "I'm sorry, so sorry you had to wait, but it wasn't our fault it was Admittings fault, we did everything right." (uh hunh ok) GI lab. "I'm sorry you had to wait, but it was so&so's fault." I don't give a rip-roaring snit whose fault it was, and when you blame somebody for a mistake the apology remains UNEFFECTIVE> A true apology is one where you take the responsibility. Okay got that out of my system. ROFL
So getting out of the hospital was another game. The attending told the resident to sign my release papers so we could leave as soon as the probe was taken out of RAinee. The attending was told this 20 minutes before said probe was removed. 20 minutes after said probe was removed he showed up to do said paperwork. I waited 15 more and was just getting ready to leave without discharge. AND in he walks. He gives his la-de-da speech about taking care of RAinee proving in at least 3 different ways he hadn't read her chart and didn't know me. I had laringitis, which made arguing with him a lovely chore. And *sigh* he didn't listen much anyhow. He suggested I *teach* Rainee how to sleep. And that the rest was a figmit of my imagination. I told him I'm NOT a new mom, I know how to get babies to sleep, bla-bla-bla. He didn't listen. I said. "Can I go now?"
He said oh no, the nurse now has to do her release paperwork.
I went and talked to the nurse, she said "You know everything there is to know in this paperwork, I would like you to stay and sign, but you can leave if you want."
I left.
And if there'd been a door to slam I would have.
*note to self* Never go to a hospital when your gonna get sick and your NOT the patient. (Like I chose to get sick.
And many other idiotic things happened, but you don't need to hear them.
It was a sucky two days, and life moves on.
More postive blog to come at some point.!@