The Peanut Chronicles

Intense day yesterday continued all the way into the night and to the hospital. I came home from work and Nut was fast asleep. Fly Girl said he had a very sleepy day and wasn’t much in the mood for food. Of course that set an alarm off in the back of my head. My little piggy? Not hungry? I held him for an hour, just like I wanted to. He slept and slept. He sneezed and gurgled. He felt very snug and warm in his hippie sling.

I worked on my thesis and chatted with the Bro about his ex (who I still say is evil). After a while I realized that time had flown and still, Nut was snoozing. FG was asleep as well, having slammed her finger in her car door; she called into work because she couldn’t carry trays. Hell, I wouldn’t want a waitress with a bloody and bandaged finger helping me anyway!

Nut is asleep but he feels warm… and sweaty. I decided to take his temp. Bear has been sick with a cold, which now I have by the way. I take his temperature. The thermometer beeps. I pull it out of his ear, and my heart stops.

101.3 degrees.

Instantly, I run to the office and wake up FG telling her to take Nut and the thermometer and keep taking his temp. I get on the phone to Kaiser and the advice nurse. Although there is a wait, she bumps me to the front of the line. The doctor wants us to come into the ER.

Instantly, FG is putting Nut in the car seat and I am trying to find clothes to wear. I am also calling the Bear who is teaching his fight class, and of course, not picking up the cell. I tell FG to go to the airport and get him as I put Nut into the car. Then I call sis and tell sis (who is also sick I might add… what is it with everyone being sick right now?) to call Bear over and over and over until he picks up. Then I call up my father.

I get his bitch wife.

“Hello?” says she in her annoying monotone deadpan voice.

“Can I speak to Pat?” (Yes, I call my father by his first name. He wasn’t much of a father figure and that is the reason behind it.)

“Yes, may I ask who is calling?” she sounds paranoid. God forbid a GIRL call my 70ish father.

“His daughter.”

“Which one?”

Do you really think I have time for this bullshit?

“The older one.”

“You could have just said C” with a sigh and a chuckle.

By this time I am getting on the highway and I don’t have time for this bullshit especially with this bitch.

“Will you just put him on the phone it’s an emergency!”

I thought she hung up. She didn’t say anything but a few minutes later my father was on the phone. I told him to bombard Bear’s cell as well as I was driving to the ER.

Next came the same type of bombard requests to Moe. Got the machine.

Then I called Hurricane and McG to try to keep calm. McG told me it was probably nothing and with Mini me she was worried the first time he got sick too.

By the time I got to the hospital I was a lot calmer. Nut, however, had woken up. And boy, all that sleeping and relaxing did his lungs wonders.

“WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

It was great. As FG joined me at the hospital Bear called. I bitched him out and told him to get his ass down to Kaiser. He obliged of course, telling me I was paranoid. Well, better paranoid then sorry.

By the time we were admitted, Nut’s fever had come down a bit. And he was hungry. To make it really bad, in my hurry to get out of the house I had forgotten his diaper bad. Finally, In sheer desperation to make him stop screeching, I pulled my boob out of my bra and shoved it near his mouth. We all know that Nut doesn’t like my boobs, but fly girl tried to hold Bear’s jacket up so I could have some privacy in the waiting room. Nut took the boob.

HE WOULDN’T LET GO!!

I feel so validated that when they call Nut’s name I don’t want to move him because he is just chowing down. Seeing as after giving birth I have no shame, I got up and just walked through the whole lobby with Nut nursing away like a maniac. Don’t care if people were offended.

They had to take Nut’s blood. He finished nursing and promptly threw it all back up on the table and then they went for the blood. Like this mom, he had no veins in his arm that were viable so they went for the back of the hand. Unfortunately that didn’t work either. Finally they pulled in a new guy who had to put an IV in my Nut.

OK, after watching the first attempt at the blood I was shaken to say the least. This, coming from me, the girl who can watch her own blood draws and wanted to see pictures of her insides if she needed a c-section, is odd. I have a high tolerance for this type of stuff. However, when they came in for the IV I had bear hold nut on the table.

Nut screamed and cried holy hell.

But then again, so did I. I started sobbing. I wanted to pick up the baby and say, ”that’s enough you evil Nazis!” I have never heard such an anguished cry before. Last week I was worried that I hadn’t bonded with Nut. This time, I know that I can’t stand to live without him. I put my sobbing face right over his and tried to calm him. It was awful. Bear had 2 babies he needed to calm. Even fly girl was crying. I never want to do that again.

When they were done with the IV I picked Nut up and gave him the boob again. He liked it a bit but fell asleep in my arms. I just held him. If I could make it all go away, I would in a heart beat. Bear and FG were starving. FG had gone and gotten us some food and they were going to go to the cafeteria to eat it and then I could go.

”I’m not hungry.”

”You have to eat honey,” says Bear.

“I’m not hungry and I am not leaving him.”

“He’s gonna be alright and you…”

”I AM NOT LEAVING HIM!!!” I yelled at bear.

Yeah, I bonded all right.

At about midnight the doc came in and listened to hi s lungs and whatnot. The fever broke and he now has a cold. I blame Bear for the cold by the way.

Exhausted, we went home.

Today, Nut is lethargic and just wants to be held by me and only me. I think he will remember that I was the one who didn’t leave him.

I’m not sure who is more traumatized, him or me. I never want to see him like that again.

2 Comments:

Pollyanna said...: DRAMA! I am so glad that you and Nut both survived your ordeal. Isn't it odd when the mother bear side of you comes out and you never even knew it was there? It's a powerful force to be recknoned with when somebody starts messing with your kid, even when logically you know they are helping him! Anyways, glad you got to come home and that's all is well. I hope you all feel better soon.; 1:25 PM
Suburban Turmoil said...: Aww, I'm sorry you had to go through that. Glad he's feeling better. :); 4:14 PM

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