Our first learning curve in healthcare...

We were admitted to the local hospital with Chase on a Monday afternoon after spending all day in the ER with him. After 13 attempts they were finally able to get a 1 cc blood draw and start IV fluids. I stood back and prayed as they stuck him time after time that God would just take the pain away. I was scared, but relieved they were able to finally get the fluids going. I honestly thought we would get the fluids overnight and he would be doing better by the next day. On Tuesday, he continued to get worse and my suspicions of the medical staff's inability to care for Chase began to build. My thoughts initially were that Chase was sick, but at least we were in the hospital where he could get fluids and get over this GI virus. As the hours passed and he wasn't getting better, I began to worry more and question the nurses. His pediatrician had only visited him once and the nurses were not able to get any vitals on him because they didn't have any infant equipment and one even told me he "didn't do babies". I tried to keep calm and focused on keeping track on all of Chase's ins and outs...it was alarming to say the least, but we were still being told he had a GI virus and it just had to run it course. Tuesday night is very hard for me to think about now and some of the images of my lifeless baby will never leave my mind. He was getting so bad that he started turning a grayish color and even blue at times. His cough continued to get worse and the vomiting and diarrhea were non-stop. I sat with him all night dipping his passi in water and letting it drip in his parched mouth. The nurses were no help, so I just held him and counted down the hours before the doctor would be back the next morning. When the doctor arrived he said "so Chase is doing better?". I asked him what he meant and he said the nurses told him the symptoms had improved overnight. Furthermore, I had kept a very detailed list of his ins and outs and they told the doctor they lost it. With my baby beginning to have "tremors" all over his body, turning gray and absolutely unable to open his eyes I asked to be transferred to a Children's hospital about an hour away. Had I known it was going to take them 6 hours to get us there I would have ran out the door with Chase and taken him myself. In hindsight, I would have handled these three days so much differently. God has a perfect plan and we must always remember that. I have to or I would go crazy over the images these days have left me with.