I won’t show you the photos but trust me it was bad. So bad that when the paed got the email with said photos attached, he called me straight away.
Those who have been reading my blog for a while will know that when our paed calls us before 6pm, when you’ve called at office opening, it’s a big thing.
Over the course of the weekend her nappy area had turned into one big blister, those blisters had popped and the skin sloughed away. She was sick and miserable but had come good on the return of her trusty Erythromycin.
The good doctor said hospital and I argued.
Because she was ok.
Because she was happy.
Because it’s her birthday for goodness sake and who wants to spend their birthday with a drip in their arm?
Not to mention the party and the guests. What do I tell them?
He called back three times, so I took her in.
When we arrived, no one knew we were coming. The nurses were at their bitchiest and sent me to admissions, claiming they would not touch her until they had the paperwork. So I went to admissions who knew nothing of us either and sent us away until they could contact the paed…whose office was closed until 1 pm.
I arrived at 11am. It took me an hour to find a parking spot, people. An hour.
Anyway we went back down to the ward and the nurse boogieman sat us in a corner and said she would not do one thing until we were admitted properly and then whined about how inappropriate it all was.
I just wanted to go.
The doctors came and checked her out, the paed came, the dermatologists came. They all had differing opinions but none of them involved IV antibiotics. At 6:30 pm they let us go. They couldn’t say what the blisters were so they gave us antibacterial cream, anti fungal cream and a barrier cream in case it was contact dermatitis. UGH.
At least we are home. Ivy is tucked up in bed and after a very eventful day that had nothing to do with organising a birthday party, I think I am going to bed too.
Just wanted to say thank you to Mary, who helped to juggle the day, I would have struggled without you.