The long road home

We have had the most trying traumatic day ever today.  Supposed to be happy happy joy joy, we get to take our boy home.  Come get him they said, he can be discharged they said.  So I left work early and downtown we headed.  First problem was, oh well he has to sit in the car seat for an hour so we can monitor that he can indeed sit in it.  Go have lunch and when you come back it will be done and we just have to get the discharge papers.

So we go have lunch, still excited to be taking him home.  Come back to be told oh the doctor will be here soon, 230 then 3.  At 345 I decide I need a coffee.  I come back to find Jenn in tears cos the doc said neurology wants more tests, they don't want him to leave.  

And now I was seriously pissed off.  By 5 pm we'd been there over 4 hours and I finally told the nurse to go get the doctor or we would bundle the boy up and take him home discharge papers or not.  Then we got some action.  The charge nurse, the neurology doctor took us into a room to talk to us.

The long and short of it is this.  They thought it was X virus, positive in fact and that's why they wanted to discharge him.  But they made that decision before the results were in.  Caught with egg on their face cos the tests for X virus came back NEGATIVE.  So they were scrambling to cover their asses.  Didn't want to do us and him an injustice, couldn't in good conscience let him go without turning over every stone to find out why  blah blah fucking blah.

We told them flat out, we live in Brampton, I've lost time off work, the parking, the traffic etc etc can't you just order the tests and we can be on our way.  They finally agreed, they paid for our dinner, our parking, did the tests and finally finally after 8 1/2 hours we escaped with our boy.

I was never so freaking happy to be gone.  The air is like dust it's so dry in there.  The despair and resignation on the faces of the parents, the staff that are for the most part competent but lack so badly any personality.  

I'm sick of it, so sick of it, so glad to be home, I didn't even take a pic of him in the car seat for his first ride home.  

It doesn't matter, what matters is he is home with us.