Hospitals = Help...right?

Once again, we are in a position that I wish upon no parent. The Phoenix Children's Hospital is so full that they do not have a bed for Bree so we are stuck waiting until one becomes available.

As you all know, Bree has never really been able to "do her doody" on her own. She had to be given suppositories every three days for her to go. Well, Saturday night (at 1:30 am!!) she pooped all on her own...everywhere. We were elated and didn't even think that she could be sick. Well, she pooped Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. All diarrhea. :( Starting Wednesday morning, she was throwing up everything that was given to her. She kept one bottle down in the afternoon so I decided to go grocery shopping (or we were eating ketchup and mayo for dinner).

Our AWESOME friend Aleasha, was brave and watched Riley for us while I went shopping with Bree. Normally, when I go grocery shopping Bree is lulled by the motion of the cart and sleeps the whole time. Not this time. She SCREAMED!!! The whole time. No matter what I did. At first the pacifier was soothing her, but towards the end it was't even working. I paid for my groceries and pushed the cart out to the car. I loaded the groceries then sat in the front seat with Bree trying to feed her, since I thought that was the issue.

While feeding her she looked extremely pale, so I bumped up her oxygen from 0.1 to 0.3 to see if it would make a difference. Nope. Didn't make any difference at all. So I called Adam and upon his recommendation I called the pediatrician. We were told to high tail it to PCH. I called Aleasha, she agreed to watch Riley for us overnight and Adam left work and we headed home to drop off groceries and to get formula and what not for Bree.

Upon arrival at PCH there were a TON of people there. Standing room only type of busy. Upon seeing us sit down with such a small child, a nurse came and took our information and took us back into an exam room so that Bree was not exposed to any of the sicknesses in the waiting room. For that, I am truly grateful. It just went down hill from there. I told them all of her symptoms and to make a long story short all they did was take her blood, test for electrolyte balance, give her fluids and sent us home with a diagnosis of diarrhea. Are you serious??? Never mind that she spits up whatever you give her, or that she doesn't stop crying unless sleeping...she just has diarrhea. UGH!

We followed up with Dr. Pham the next morning and he did not seem pleased that the hospital hadn't even called him. (he was on call with them) He told us that if they had called him, he would have had them keep her. He said he was calling the hospital to have her admitted. We were told to take her home, try and get as much fluids in her as we could and to wait. Wait for the hospital to call us and let us know when to bring her in.

That is where we are now. We might be going into the hospital tonight to get her fluids, but that's all they will do until they have a bed for her. I am very frustrated and angry, even though I understand there are other sick kids. It is scary to see Bree going from extremely pale when sleeping, hard to rouse and when she is awake, she is crying, flushed (like when you have a fever), just not happy at all. She does not have a fever, but is not eating well at all. She isn't putting out urine well at all. (one wet diaper in 12 hours) We are waiting, hoping and praying...because that is all we can do right now.