So yesterday was interesting to say the least. Started out crazy and ended even crazier. Woke up and headed to six flags with Camden. We got season passes so we can go every few weeks. On our way there we got turned around and an hour later we were finally walking into the park (a whole other story). We had a blast at the park. I got a tan and Camden was worn out.
At around 4 we decided that we wanted to go see Jurrassic World. (I strongly encourage everyone to go see it, great movie!) We had already reached the end of the day and I hadn't really noticed, at this point, that Camden had developed a fever. It was about 90 degrees outside, everything I touched seemed hot. Half way through the movie Camden was hot. And by hot I mean I knew from touching him that his tempature was at least 103.
Once I got home I took his tempature. And gave him some Tylenol. After that we headed to the hospital. We arrived there at 9:45pm. This is where the story gets real. At this point they take his tempature upon arrival and it has went down since the Tylenol to 101. We take our seats and wait for the long drawn (shout out to my Philly friends) process.
The guy beside us was in the room waiting for his son to be seen from an allergic bee sting. He had been waiting hours. As we sit there I think to myself "this shouldn't take long, I have a child with an 103 degree tempature". After three hours, two infants who couldn't breathe, and a man passing kidney stones we had still not been seen! Before I becided even to walk out there were people who had bugs crawling on them, bugs biting them, and spiders in their seats. Camden's fever had been went down and he was sleep for an hour. Within that hour nobody had been called to the back to be seen. Right when I was walking out and decided that we would just see the doctor in the morning, they finally called a lady that had been waiting two hour before I had ever even arrived. I saw no end in sight.
As a mother with a sick baby this highly upset me. How could you have a child with a tempature of 103 never be seen in a three hour time frame? I had been advised not to go to the hospital in the first place and as I drove home, I wish I had listened to him. I took my baby home and at 3am he was up again with a high tempature of 103.
Today we woke up and went straight to the doctor and found out that he has strep throat. The nurses were just as upset as me to find out that the hospital didn't see him with such a high tempature. So this is my public service announcement: DO NOT GO TO SOUTHERN MARYLAND HOSPITAL! Those two babies who were sick, newborns at that, weren't seen right away either! The one mother had to scream out "my baby can't breathe, my baby can't breathe"! Never once did they ask the guy passing the stones if he wanted anything to ease the pain or take him right back as he screamed the entire time in the waiting room. It was by far the worst service ever.
I never wanted to become an activist mom, but this upsets me and I think I might have to reach out to them. Had Camden been sicker or something, I would have blown up that hospital today. But hey what do I know. I'm just a mother with a child!