It’s been busy here. I have never seen so much snot come out of a human face before, and for so long. Like, days. And the doctor said it’ll be a couple more weeks. She has a bad case of RSV and the nebulizer is being delivered today. Poor baby. Every time she sneezes, snot bubbles (yes, plural) erupt out of her face and it makes me throw up in my mouth and dry-heave a bit each time. Vomit I can handle. Mucus…not so much. Even hearing the word expectorant (or even typing it) makes me gag considerably and swallow that unswallable lump in my throat. And oh my god that bulb thingie??! WTF?! I didn’t realize how quickly it gets filled up, although to be fair, snot was oozing out of my child’s face, and let’s just say when a full bulb gets squeezed bad, bad really bad things happen that make the mama literally throw up in her mouth.
And, of course, she starts getting sick the minute the pediatrician’s office closes for the weekend. Over the phone the doctor says to go to the hospital and have them rule out RSV and flu. So, we trekked on down to the hospital and the attending physician dismisses everything like all I am is some fucking neurotic mom and she’s got nothing more than a common cold. I told him my pediatrician said to do the RSV tests & check for flu and the ER doc said no need, she doesn’t have it. Then we get rushed out. My daughter can’t nurse because she can’t breathe out of her nose and for the first time in her WHOLE life she’s losing weight, which has never ever happened, not even immediately postpartum. I’m angry at myself for not being more “mama bear” and flat-out insisting adamantly the test be run. Instead I trusted that douche tool of an incompetent shitrug bag fucktard asshole moron. I was at the pediatrician’s office when they opened on Monday and her doctor was a bit pissed off to hear that they didn’t run the stupid simple RSV test and dismissed my request for a nebulizer (something her pediatrician had also told me to get at the hospital for her). So yeah, turns out she is positive for RSV, she does, in fact, desperately need the nebulizer, and I have an extreme case of mama-guilt for not getting aggressive at the hospital and disallowing that tard monger to rush us out of the ER.
So, this morning at the pediatrician’s office he showed me how to work the nebulizer & put in an order to have it delivered to my house. They called to confirm at 10am. Come 3pm they still hadn’t shown up so I contacted the medical equipment company to get an ETA on the delivery. They said that the driver was making drops in a town 30 minutes north of me and had 11 other scheduled deliveries. They put me on hold and contacted the driver who gave an estimate of between 4- 6pm, possibly later. I told the girl to tell the driver there would be a generous tip if he could rearrange his deliveries and put me at the top of the list. She called me back and said that he would be there within the hour. He arrived within 35 minutes. Tossed a $20 at him and ran into the house like a freak connecting all the plastic nebulizer parts so that my poor kid could inhale that medicine and all her alveoli could open and she could, oh I don’t know, actually breathe! Sheezus. Fucking. Christ.