Yesterday we made our second trip to a London ER. I know, I know, we shouldn't be going to the ER, because it isn't a true emergency. The thing is that is really our only healthcare option at this point until I can find a private doctor that will care for Reed (must get on that ASAP). We figure we are eligible for their free healthcare here but can't get a straight answer from anyone, so we will stick with paying the little out of network fees that our insurance in the US requires.
Onto the more important issue, Reed. He started running a very high fever on Monday night that continued to go up and down but never down low enough. After two nights and a day of him being miserable, I decided that it was time to let someone else take a look. As a complete shock to me, we were escorted almost immediately into a room where we spoke with a nurse and then 30 minutes later the doctor came in. Now, that's what I call service. The doctor spent a good 30 or 45 minutes with us evaluating Reed. He didn't really see any issues until he looked in his throat and noticed that it was a little red. He said that we should continue to manage his fever and that he will probably start to show more signs of a sore throat in a few days. I think my baby boy can handle a sore throat much better than he can a fever. He is so miserable with a fever.
Now, onto the somewhat funny part of the visit. Since this is Reed's second trip to the ER, you would think that he would be a pro. No way. The nurse put a plastic strip under his arm to take his temp and you would have thought she was cutting it off. Then, she wrapped a strip around his big toe with a red light on it to monitor his oxygen levels and heart rate. Again, he acted like she was cutting it off. Boy, is he dramatic. Poor little guy. She also put a little bit of local anaesthetic on his hand just in case they needed to take blood and then wrapped it up in gauze. You know the drill by now.
The funniest part of the visit, if visits to the ER can be funny, was when the nurse asked me to try to collect a urine sample. She left a tray for me and a little tube. Um, what?!?!? I was completely thrown off guard by that. She said that I should just take his diaper off and let him walk around and then catch it when he starts to "wee" (this is what they call it). Well, a little boy who doesn't feel well just wants to be held. At any other time, he would have definitely been up and roaming through all the many things to mess with in the room, but not yesterday. So, I had to hold him. Not being a brave mother at all, I put a diaper on him loosely and decided that I would just keep a check on him constantly until it seemed like he was peeing. Welp, I missed it. I was pretty frustrated. My words to Reed...."no Reed, don't go potty in the diaper, go pee pee in the potty". You can't imagine how many times I sang "pee pee in the pot-ty" yesterday, lol! So, my first try failed, but after the doctor left he still wanted to check Reed's urine so he said to give him something to drink and then hope that he goes wee. Anyway, to make a long story short, Reed finally started strutting his stuff around the hospital room and made his way over to the other side of the bed where he started weeing everywhere. Thankfully, I can't some of it. Oh wow, what an adventure. And, the urine came back clean, so no sign of infection there. That's good. The doctor was more confident that it was his throat. No need for a blood sample either, woohoo!
Reed woke up this morning seeming more like himself. I think we may be on our way to a much happier little boy. And, please, please, please, can we not have to go back to the ER while we are here?!?!?! Reed has hardly ever been sick and we've had two not so fun experiences since we've been here. Enough. We are going to have to get serious about germs around here!
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Sorry for the blurry picture. I didn't take my good camera along for this adventure. Check out his boxing glove. This was before I missed the wee, whoops! |