Yep, he definitely wore his "Hecho en los EEUU" shirt to the ER. In case you are curious, the translation of his shirt from Spanish to English is "Made in the US." Awesome, I know.
Anyway, on to the story. Reed woke himself up by coughing at about midnight last night. He wouldn't calm down, his body was really warm, and he was breathing rapidly. So out came the thermometer (yes, it did feel a little like déjà vu.) Only this time his temperature was 103.4. Wow. Ryan and I conferred for a few minutes, then decided to take Reed to InstaCare. We packed him into the car and headed to the nearest clinic. Apparently, though, I had made up seeing that clinic before and it didn't really exist. Luckily, the non-existant clinic was on the way to another clinic. It was closed. But, luckily again, the second clinic was in the parking lot for the hospital. We decided to go to the Emergency Room.
Immediately after getting Reed out of his seat and into my arms, he threw up everywhere. All over him, all over me, and all over the ground. I'm not really sure how he had anything in his tummy to throw up--he hadn't really eaten all day. The last thing he had eaten was applesauce; but that was eight hours prior to the throwing up. I felt really bad for him--throwing up is never fun. But I digress. We were in such a hurry to leave the house that we don't even have baby wipes. Luckily, we randomly had a pair of Reed's jammies in the car, so we used them to mop the worst of the throw up off our clothes, then headed into the hospital looking and smelling disgusting.
After triage, registration, and waiting, we were finally taken back to a room. Where we waited some more. Then Reed got a little check-up and some Motrin, followed by a breathing treatment (oh joy) and chest x-rays (yep, he loved those...especially when Ryan had to hold him into the right positions). Little man was pretty ticked and very tired at this point, so we let him play with my phone on the bed. Sorry if he called you.
We waited for quite a long time for a shot (an antibiotic), then had to wait twenty more minutes to make sure he didn't have a reaction to said shot. I climbed into the bed with Reed and rocked him to sleep while Ryan tried to sleep in a chair. Finally, the nurse came in, gave us prescriptions for abuterol (the liquid kind that makes you wired) and an antibiotic, and gave us a diagnosis: bronchitis and an ear infection. A good combo for poor Reed, obviously.
We headed to Walgreen's to fill the prescriptions and found out that Medicaid's computers were down until 6:00 a.m., so we couldn't fill the prescriptions until then. But the pharmacist was very nice and said he would have them ready for us as soon as Medicaid's computers were back in action. We were starving by this point and tried to go to the only place open at 3:30 a.m. in stg: McDonald's. But a sign taped to their drive-thru said "cash only." Super lame. We headed home instead.
We were hoping to fall into bed, but an alarm was going off. Apparently, a pump in our toilet wasn't working correctly and our landlord had unplugged it. But when you unplug it for too long, you get an alarm. It was kind of funny at this point. Ryan called our landlord and he got the alarm turned off (hallelujah). We put Reed to bed, had a feast of mac & cheese and spaghetti, and fell asleep to the The Devil Wears Prada. (Starring Anne "Hot"away...Ryan's celebrity crush, haha.)
And Ryan had to wake up at 6:45 to go fix a printer before work. Poor guy.
And thank goodness that night is over.