Tuesday, April 3, 2012
My dear B is sick, only he's not acting sick. Sweet boy has the pukes - oh my does he have the pukes - but he is still happy as can be.
We visited our dear Dr. B today who reassured me it is nothing, though he is pulling at his ears, had a temperature last night (100.4) and has been throwing up on and off. He looks healthy, his ears are fine, but she is treating him for infection just in case. Better to be safe than sorry, she said. Agreed.
If Dr. B wasn't available we were headed to the pediatrician's office, but there was a cancellation and we were squeezed in. I'm so glad. I needed Dr. B, and her reassurances and her calm. I was in 'my exclusively breastfed baby is throwing up and I'm PANICKING' mode and she was able to talk me down.
I was fretting about how much it would cost to see her, but when we went up to the counter we received a huge blessing: our insurance paid out more than expected, we had credits on our account, and didn't owe any money! Thank you Jesus! I was almost sick to my stomach thinking about how much it would cost. I hate that seeing the doctor I like, who reassures, and hugs, and gets my crazy isn't covered by most insurance plans because she's a naturopath. Bah, don't get me started.
J is home sick too. He is on the couch, tossing B in the air, a towel over his lap and chest as a throw up shield. Hmmm ... not sure that's a good idea. Best go.
Posted by Angela at 2:41 PM