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"It's really gonna hurt"
March 13, 2008 - Erin O'Neill
One night this week, my daughter and I made a hurried and frantic trip to the emergency room. We frequent the urgent care facilities quite often but this was the first trip to the actual hospital. I picked her up from the sitter and she had a really high fever…too high. I strapped her in the car and we headed up the hill.
I wasn’t looking forward to the experience because I’ve never been a fan of hospitals. But I was pleasantly surprised at the efficiency, cleanliness and professionalism of this particular institution on this particular day.
It turns out my child had an ear infection, yet again - in both ears - and tonsillitis. She was a sick baby. Sicker than I have seen her. She wasn’t her usual spunky self even though she was trying hard to pretend. “Mommy, I all better. We go home.”
If you have never experienced sitting next to a sick child while they lay on a hospital bed, scared and in pain, I hope you never have to, even for something minor. The thoughts that run through your head. Well…
Anyway, it turned out that my daughter needed to have a shot. A very large and painful shot of antibiotics. In her bum. The doctor explained that it was the best and fastest way to get her well. I hesitantly agreed.
It took some time until someone came back and when they did, it was two people coming to hold my baby down. She screamed and cried as you would expect and I thought “she’s going to hate me forever. I’ve just scarred her for life.” Thankfully, she clung to me tightly as her protector. She hugged my neck when it was all over and we cried together. Then they gave her a Popsicle and some stickers and let her watch Spongebob until her fever subsided. And they gave mommy a little peace of mind, which I am grateful for. But I still hate (most) hospitals.
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