I am not a saint in the hospital.
This is the third time Theo has been admitted to the hospital - he is only three months old. This time he was scheduled for a broncoscopy, ear exam, and echocardiogram. We were supposed to leave after a few hours, but he is not recovering from the sedation well and needs oxygen. Hence day 2 in room 28 on the 10th floor of NCH. The beeping is insesant. The nurses are passive. The crib sheets are scratchy and have blood stains from Theo's blood labs (change them already!). Theo has a hospital gown that could fit three of him inside it. I don't even know what questions to ask at this point. I am frustrated. I. Am. Done. I am done with the nurses coming in to check on the destats and say to Theo, "What are you doing bud?!" ... my thoughts are My perfect baby is breathing the best he can . He isn't doing anything wrong . Then they stare at him, stare at the machine, pause the alarm, then leave... only to have it go off again in 1 minute. Then they say, "What ...