Saturday November 15, 2008

I was roasting a bit after this day; perhaps a little steam coming out my ears.
Today, Saturday, I can't even regroup, take a break, read a book because I'm sitting here waiting for this baby to die here on the kitchen floor with me. Saturday night, party it up. This baby was fine today. Dehydrated but getting better, then at 4 (yes we were still at the clinic with a delivery) he started seizing. After thirty minutes and no change. We have no clue what happened. His NG tube had just come out so Annelies and I took it out and gave him some tylenol since he had been crying all day. As soon as the mom saw what was happening, she took off...like just ran away. And now I'm spending my Saturday night waiting for him to die, watching him continue to seize and stare into eyes that aren't there anymore. I'm sorry but I hate this place today. Wondering if I'm totally selfish or if maybe we did something wrong with him or why he didn't do this the day he came into the clinic with a fever of 105 F or is there really something evil going on here. I just want his family to come and get him. This whole place is so ridiculous.

The family did end up coming to get him around 9pm. Dustin, Annelies, and I needed something after this day. And I'm sorry to say that we stuffed ourselves with coke, popcorn, and a little Dutch cake.