Basically Urgent Care Sucks.

As the title says above, urgent care sucks. I spent a total of 6 hours there today. Not fun, especially when your child is crying out in pain because they're body is on fire. Sunday night, Ava had come down with a fever, and I know what you all are thinking, swine flu right? Way wrong. So I put a wet towel on her forehead and left it at that. Monday morning comes around, she still has the fever and her body feels like its on fire. She is a limp noodle and won't eat or drink more then a couple ounces of formula. I'm starting to worry. Then I remember that I JUST took her in for a fever exactly 2 weeks earlier. The doctor that we saw said that she was fine and that it was best just to let nature run its course and NOT to give her Tylenol or Motrin for the fever because the chances of it helping her were slim and the side effects were "way bad", her exact words. So, I decide to do what the doctor said. By Tuesday, her fever is off and on, she looks a tad better and shes eating a little more. Things are looking up? NO! By that night she was on fire again and whimpering in her sleep. So I decide I'm going to call and see if I can get her an appointment for the next morning. And of course, there aren't any available. So urgent care it is. I check in, they weigh her, and she is a pound lighter then her last weigh in 2 weeks ago. The nurse then "attempts" to take her temperature, and practically throws the thermometer in her arm pit for a matter of 5 seconds total and says, "oh shes 102.7, like the radio station. haha" I wanted to slap her. However I refrained and went back into the waiting room like I was told. Seconds later a much older nurse comes out and calls me back, she asks if its okay to take Ava's temperature by her forehead. I said, "yes please". She gasps at the number and says to me, "oh my word, the poor baby is on fire. 105.4!!" I almost loose it completely. She then asks me what medication I have been giving her, and I tell her, none because of what the previous doctor had told me to do. She stood there with her eyes wide open at me and says, "I don't care what any doctor says, if a baby has a high temperature like this one, you give her medication!! She could suffer brain damage and seizures!!" Thanks for making me feel better lady. I was so upset that I could feel my eyes start to water and my face to get hot as I'm holding my poor defenseless baby who is at this point screaming at the top of her lungs. The old lady nurse then ushers me to another "cubicle" and tells me to give her the motrin that she hands me. So I do, then she says she'll check her temp again in 15 minutes. Time goes by and she comes back this time with a nurse practitioner who laughs when I tell her what the other doctor said about Tylenol and Motrin. Like I'm an idiot. I already felt crappy enough. She precedes to tell me that they are going to put a cathetor in my baby and take her blood. What!?!? They can do that to babies?? I was freaking out, so I call Omar who is at work and he drives from North San Bernardino to Loma Linda in exactly 8 minutes. They also take x rays to make sure her heart and lungs are okay. The cathetor procedure was horrible. They basically strapped her down as shes screaming and looking directly into my eyes. They also wanted to IV her because of her decreased appetite to get some nutrients in her. That didn't go so well, they poked her twice, and missed her tiny little veins. Eventually giving up, they opted to just give her "the shot". I would have chosen that in the first place, rather then torture her with a needle with a tube around it being fished into her hand. Anyway, the conclusion to the high fever and everything was, dun dun dun, a urinary tract infection. Her first one, at such a young age. They think that something inside her lady business isnt right, so I have to make an appointment with her primary doctor to figure it out, but my poor baby was miserable. Apparently they are really common in girls under 2. Who knew? As of right now, my little trooper has finally fallen asleep... she had a very long day, as did I. The prescription that they gave us was a whopping $225.13. Thank goodness for health insurance! So for the next 13 days, she gets to drink some pineapple smelling stuff. I'm just glad the problem is almost fixed and she no longer has a fever. Now as for that infamous doctor, Momma will be taking care of business.... :)