Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Well, last night marked my first hospital experience with Inara.
After a rough day for her -- very little sleep, not much eating, coughing, runny nose, general misery -- her fever spiked dangerously high just after 9pm. Although I was lucky to get her seen pretty quickly, it shouldn't surprise anyone, least of all me, to learn that the sheer terror involved in having to hold your sick and crying child in place while doctors and nurses hover over her is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. This was made worse by the fact that she had just finally fallen asleep on my chest as I sat in a chair waiting for her to be examined.
It was a rough night for both of us that continued long after we left the hospital -- into the wee, small hours. She still looks undeniably pitiful this morning -- and I'm sure I don't look much better -- but hopefully she'll be feeling better soon.
Translation: It'll probably be very slow around here again today.