I have spent two days off work with a stinking cold. Poor Jake is fairing no better and has a hacking cough and a slight wheeze. Last night we decided to take him to the hospital because we were worried about his chest which seemed a little rattly. Jake was given a pre-evaluation pretty quickly after which we were told to wait. The place was heaving and very busy. We were told that the waiting time was one and a half hours. After a couple of hours Amy went up to ask where we were in the queue. We were number seven and had a wait of at least another two hours. Amy had a word with the nurse who carried out the pre-evaluation. She said said that Jake didn’t have a temperature and that his cough didn’t seem too bad. With this news we decided to take Jake home. The atmosphere in the waiting room wasn’t conducive to a calm and well baby, what with all the coughing and spluttering children running around.
Thankfully Jake had a peaceful night last night. Today Ames got a call from the health visitor saying that we should have phoned them and told them that Jake had gone to the hospital, and to do so in the future. Why, I have no idea. It’s not as if they would have come rushing out to help while we were waiting for hours at the stinking hospital! Anyway Jake has gone to the doctors today so I am waiting at work for news. Poor lamb. I am looking forward to going home in twenty minutes to give my son a nice cuddle and, oh at least one thousand kisses!