I Feel So Gerrrrmy

I hate hospitals. No maybe, it would be better to say that I LOATHE hospitals. Every time I walk into one I think of the millions of germs floating around. I mean, people don't go to the hospital for fun? (If you do, then I think we need to talk.) Walking into a hospital gives me an appreciation for Howard Hughes.

So, why I am I talking about hospitals and germs? Well, let me begin my story at last week.

Any of you who have called me lately have heard a lot of crying/screaming in the background. That crying seemed to be getting more intense and more frequent. (At least it seemed that way to me. But it could be that I am going a little batty.)

Last week, we tried changing formulas to see if that would help. It worked great for a couple of days. Then Monday the crying returned, and Tuesday was just a nightmare. So today, we took the baby to the doctor. We thought they'll probably just tell us that she's gassy and every baby's different, blah, blah, blah, but we thought it would be better to check things out before the holiday.

We were in for a surprise. The doctor suggested that we take her to the Children's ER at Big Wake, just to make sure she didn't have some infection lurking. That scared the *$*$ out of me, but we went. Turns out everything is okay. She's just going through a phase. But the whole time I was there I kept thinking how angry I am going to be if she caught something from one of the other kids in the ER. (It is amazing how many people use the ER as their doctor's office!)

When we got home, I made everyone strip and take hot, hot showers (or a bath :-). It'll probably take me a couple of days to recover. If only I could live in a bubble . . .