To be honest with you i dont even rememeber what M reacted to her third episode, if i rememeber straight though i believe it was to turkey in the beginning of September. Same thing, middle of the night she wakes up after being restless and i know MY stomach started turning. Again the projectile vomiting was immediate, then came the lethargy, and the lifelessness. This episode she went downhill very fast. I rememeber the paramedics taking a little longer to get out here that time and i was standing outside with her, the cold seemed to perk her up a bit and when the paramedics arrived they looked at her and probably thought i was nuts, she was responsive and looking around, her vomiting had subsided. Once in the ambulance though she went back down hill. I had her taken to a different hospital this time hoping for some different answers......... That we didnt get, the ER doctor looked at her and told me she had the flu! As soon as i heard this i was about in tears..... no one would listen to me! When i was persistent that she needed IV's like the other 2 times before he pacified me and started iv's. He then wanted to do lab work and an x-ray on her and at this time it was already after 3am and she was worn out. She was laying in my arms whimpering. I remember asking the doctor what he would be looking for with the lab work and he told me an infection, i informed him that 2/3rds of her numbers were consistently off any day of the week-we didnt do any lab work that time. He then told me he wanted to do x-rays and again, i asked him what he was looking for and he mentioned her appendix.........."nope" i thought to myself and i flat out told him she wasnt getting x-rays she was too worn out. (i knew it wasn't her appendix)
When i told the doctor i didnt want x-rays done on her he looked at me and said " That's probably a good thing, we wouldn't want to toast her little ovaries anyway.........." I will NEVER forget being told that, i was livid. M was sleeping at this time and i told the doctor i wanted release forms immediatly, that i was taking her home. As we waited for our ride home that night M and i slept in the waiting room of the hospital, i bawled...... 3 "episodes" and still no one would help us....they all wanted to re-run the same test but not do anything different for her......... The next morning i was on a mission, i started calling the Mayo Clinic every day for about a week in tears, telling them there was something wrong with my 7 month old and we couldnt get any answers.... i actualy remember begging them at one time to help me help her....... it was a long week.
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