To Be Alone With You
This weather is bloody well awful! I really can't believe how cold it is. The time change didn't bother me as much as I thought it would, since Mark and I spent most of the night up with Reilly I was as tired as I would have been if I had gotten 5 hours of sleep straight on.
Before I left for work this morning Reilly had gotten sick but Mark insisted he was going to be alright on his own with Katherine. I got to work and it was a mess of rubbish. I was tied up in the O.R for most of the day, thankfully Jeremy covered the E.R consults. I returned to the E.R to cover for Jeremy and had the worst time. I've never had patients give me a hard time as they did. I was vomitted on, threatened and had a patient throw the suture tray over. Just as I finished Kerry came in and informed me we had a trauma on the way and they needed me.
During the trauma Jerry came in and needed either Mark or I because Katherine was in Triage with Reilly. I left the trauma and went to see what was wrong. Katherine said he was coughing really bad and had a high fever and wouldn't stop crying so she thought it best to bring him in. I took him to the curtain area and Chuny assisted, he had a fever of 101.4 and was getting poor air supply due to congestion, and from crying was dehydrated. We started him on an IV. He responded well to the IV and we put him on oxygen and had to tape it to his cheeks because he kept pulling it out of his nose. Chuny brought over a breathing treatment to use on him. I think everyone in the hospital knew my sons cry after 15 minutes of him screaming.
The breathing treatment made him incredibly sleepy. After the breathing treatment we took him off oxygen and gave him another breathing treatment and this time I took his IV bag and took him down to sutures where it was reasonably quiet. Mark came in and sat with me, he took Reilly from me and held him while Chuny and I removed the IV. Mark carried him around the suture room to get him to stop crying from the IV removal. It was incredibly cute seeing my husband walk the hospital with our crying son in scrubs, that must be a morbid doctor thing?
Reilly had a little more life in him after the breathing treatment and IV. I took the rest of my shift off and took him home, he seemed fine the rest of the evening. He had 4oz of formula, I gave him a bath and he went to bed. Mark came home after 8 and we had dinner, it was quiet and almost felt as if we didn't have children, quite shocking if you ask me. He spent some time with Ella and called Rachel who's staying at her friends house. Mark was sitting in Reilly's room with a breathing treatment which he got from the hospital and said he was sleeping. My mother came home and we had tea, she told me all about the Northwestern Lecture and later went to bed. Mark is going to Rachel's school in the morning and Robert and I are to find out if we passed certification or not.
Before I left for work this morning Reilly had gotten sick but Mark insisted he was going to be alright on his own with Katherine. I got to work and it was a mess of rubbish. I was tied up in the O.R for most of the day, thankfully Jeremy covered the E.R consults. I returned to the E.R to cover for Jeremy and had the worst time. I've never had patients give me a hard time as they did. I was vomitted on, threatened and had a patient throw the suture tray over. Just as I finished Kerry came in and informed me we had a trauma on the way and they needed me.
During the trauma Jerry came in and needed either Mark or I because Katherine was in Triage with Reilly. I left the trauma and went to see what was wrong. Katherine said he was coughing really bad and had a high fever and wouldn't stop crying so she thought it best to bring him in. I took him to the curtain area and Chuny assisted, he had a fever of 101.4 and was getting poor air supply due to congestion, and from crying was dehydrated. We started him on an IV. He responded well to the IV and we put him on oxygen and had to tape it to his cheeks because he kept pulling it out of his nose. Chuny brought over a breathing treatment to use on him. I think everyone in the hospital knew my sons cry after 15 minutes of him screaming.
The breathing treatment made him incredibly sleepy. After the breathing treatment we took him off oxygen and gave him another breathing treatment and this time I took his IV bag and took him down to sutures where it was reasonably quiet. Mark came in and sat with me, he took Reilly from me and held him while Chuny and I removed the IV. Mark carried him around the suture room to get him to stop crying from the IV removal. It was incredibly cute seeing my husband walk the hospital with our crying son in scrubs, that must be a morbid doctor thing?
Reilly had a little more life in him after the breathing treatment and IV. I took the rest of my shift off and took him home, he seemed fine the rest of the evening. He had 4oz of formula, I gave him a bath and he went to bed. Mark came home after 8 and we had dinner, it was quiet and almost felt as if we didn't have children, quite shocking if you ask me. He spent some time with Ella and called Rachel who's staying at her friends house. Mark was sitting in Reilly's room with a breathing treatment which he got from the hospital and said he was sleeping. My mother came home and we had tea, she told me all about the Northwestern Lecture and later went to bed. Mark is going to Rachel's school in the morning and Robert and I are to find out if we passed certification or not.
posted by Elizabeth Corday at 3.4.06
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