Carter’s really sick, sicker then I thought. I had planned to just set up a doctor’s appointment for today, but we took him to the ER last night to appease Mike’s paranoid parenting. He always wants to go to the ER if something is off or not just right. So, I thought I would humour him last night and go, wait for 5 hours for them to tell us it’s nothing, just a cold. I was waiting with baited tongue to say I told you so!
So we waited and waited; did I mention we waited? For was seemed like hours before the Dr. even came to see him. A nurse came in and Mike was all excited thinking that the end was near, a doctor would be along “a couple minutes” as the nurse said. “See it’s not that bad.” he tells me.
Hours come and go, Mike is getting very restless and mad, wants to leave. I am smiling ear to ear (on the inside) and tell him, “This was your idea, now you’re going to see it through.” He grumbles and swears at me. He hates knowing that he was wrong and this was a bad idea.

So more hours come and go, Mike is pacing and getting very impatient. He sets a time limit, “If they’re not here by 9 0′clock we’re leaving.” Apparently the master had spoken. Yes, he’s gonna crack and I WIN!
Once the doctors come and see Carter we find out that he has a second degree ear infection. I think that’s really bad. And the nurse takes swabs of his eye gross pussy discharge. This kid is a machine I tell ya, you’d NEVER have known there was a gross pussy ear infection looming, Mike was really concerned about his eyes. (Which I also chalked up to a cold).
BAD MOMMY. A little piece of me cried inside knowing that I was using this a game against my husband and my child was really that sick. My dark shriveled tiny heart actually felt really bad. I think having to admit defeat to my husband made it feel worse. He got to tell me I told you so! while grinning ear to ear. He got to relish in the fact that I hadn’t figured it out. I think a little piece of me died last night.

So for my punishment, the oxygen and chest Xray. Ugh. WOW, that’s HARD! I had to pretty well pin my child down and hold an oxygen mask to his squirming little face while the whole time he was beat red from crying so hard. If that wasn’t bad enough I had Mike on the sidelines telling me that I’m not doing it right. I think if I had the ability to spit nails, he would have been covered head to toe, stuck to the wall behind him. What the fuck? You sit there and tell me I’m not doing it right, yet make no effort to even try and help? You muthafucka.
If that wasn’t bad enough, I had to wear a huge leather apron and neck shield as they took Xrays of my child in the baby torturing device. I wish I could find a picture of this thing. Horrible.
I am holding my child’s arms above his head and singing “If You’re Happy and You Know It” with tears streaming down my face. I was fine with everything else, but seeing your child in a contraption like that is beyond words.

So, we waited more, and more. The pediatrition finally came in while Carter was sleeping in the hospital bed; he gave us prescriptions and sent us on our way.
Luckily Mike didn’t even gloat once. Though, I am sure it’s coming.