I'm going to try to be better at the updating thing.
Ahhhh, vacation. Love those words. This year we went with the entire family to St Kitts. Never been there before so it was a new adventure and this was the first time Harry flew. It was a nice time until Harrison started wheezing and coughing like crazy one night. I was worried so we called the doctor on call for the hotel and he came and looked and listened to him and said that we should go to the hospital for a breathing treatment or two, he would call ahead to let them know we were coming.
The cab driver told us that the hospital had been "recently renovated" so I wasn't thinking it would be as bad as I thought...well, it was worse. We went to the ER and sat in beach chairs in the "asthma center" to get his treatments. It was hot and horrible and he cried the entire time. Eric asked if we could get something for him to drink and they said "you have to provide it yourself" so Eric went in search of something that would rehydrate him. After sitting in the ER for 5 hours and receiving 3 breathing treatments, they determined that we should stay the night and he needed more throughout the night. They led us to the children's ward...
rows of beds and cribs lined up with a folding chair next to each one (for the parent) and NO AIR CONDITIONING. I thought I would cry.
Immediately nurse Ratchett came up and made us sign something saying that we agreed with the rules of the ward which included only one parent could stay and a bunch of other ridiculousness. Not only did he get breathing treatments every 3 hours, we were also supposed to keep the oxygen on him by nasal cannula...uh, yeah, right! He was a sweaty mess within 5 minutes and so were we. It was grody to the max! We gave him bottle and continued to try to get fluids in him. Nurse bitchy bitch told us "you can't use that bottle, you can only use hospital-issued bottles" because ""we can't be totally sure how you cleaned yours". Are You Shitting Me?!! We are sweat buckets and brought out own beverages and you're concerned about our bottle?! Eric lost it and finally BB said "you can take this up with the charge nurse in the morning" (this was around 1:30 in the morning. To which I said "bring it!"
The next 8 hours were hell. Breathing treaments, sweat, and a fan from the 50s that wasn't helpful. One of the worst nights of my life. Around 8 a.m. Harrison looked much better and the doctor came around and we indicated that we would like to go home. She walked away and about 5 minutes later a phlebotomist came to draw H's blood. Eric lost it again and demanded to talk to the doctor. She finally came back and said "well we should get some bloodwork and maybe a chest xray to see if there is anything else going on". I said "if you were worried, it should have been done last night in the ER, we want to go home."
We signed out AMA, but not before they asked if we would like to give H a bath.
They led us to a small room and pointed us to a baby bathtub..."oh, wait, we need to clean it out". I watched them clean it out and then they gave us The bar of soap...the one used by everyone else before us. We didn't care, we were wondering if we would fit into the tub. Oh, and then, "would he like breakfast?"...oh, NOW you provide food...
WTF?!
Toast, ham?, a few scraps of lettuce, a tomato and tea. For breakfast. No thanks.
Finally we left, and went to pay our bill..., I thought they should be paying US but we finally paid the entire bill...wait for it..
....$265.
