Karma

Do you know what Karma is? Yes I know it's a bitch but besides that it's really true. So remember when Anthony was born and how excited I was to be going home a day earlier than the day earlier we usually leave the hospital after creating life? See all the kids were born on a Thursday and I always went home on Sunday - technically I am not supposed to go home until Monday so Sunday was always a day early. Following me?!? So with Anthony, being the smart ass I am, I decide I am leaving on Saturday. I hate the freakin hospital. Not because of germs or anything like that just because I hate being confined in a little room usually with an annoying roommate that has more kids than me and usually has them all with her. I hate the food, the noise, etc.....

Ok I am getting off topic. So the payback, or Karma, for me leaving early with Anthony is we (we meaning me and Anthony cause Steve is at home snuggled up all nice IN MY BLANKET - see my x-mas post) are now spending our 2nd night in the hospital. Long story short is we have 5 kids - 3 got sick and those 3 can't leave Anthony alone and so he then got sick. Instead of him getting a cold like the others his problems turned into something more which is affecting his breathing. So here we sit while he's had steroids, numerous nebulizer treatments, bags of iv fluids along with an extra one filled with an antibiotic of sorts, a round the clock humidifier (or is it a de-humidifier I never get them right). His little lungs are working overtime to help him breath and it's a lot of work. He is getting pounded on every 2 hours in the chest and back with this paddle of sorts to break up all the mucus around his lungs after the breathing treatments have loosened it. The nurse tells me earlier as she was doing it that she was known on the floor as the "breathing nazi" you know like the soup nazi. Well she proceeds to tell me that all "her kids" sleep right through their beatings. I look at her like she's crazy and tell her that my son will not sleep through such torture but good luck with that. I finally fall asleep and wake up to a pounding as I lift my head I see the nazi lady beating Anthony and wouldn't you know it HE'S SOUND ASLEEP! So I said to her she got lucky - see he's so fat that he just isn't really feeling all the pounding on his chest. Then she reminds me that it needs to be done because his wheezing isn't getting any better and if I want to have any chance of going home in the morning I need to get the crap in his lungs out. So I push her aside and start pounding away - NO WAY are we spending another freaking night in this place!





Of course, Steve has no problem with the hospital. He was giddy when the lady came in with something that resembled breakfast and then lunch and dinner. Seriously it is disgusting and you would think he's at a hotel. The nurses think he's a real peach. There was incident in the morning when he got to the hospital and he tried to come into the room but the nurses told him he needed to wear a gown. He's looking around for the scrubs and tries putting on one of the nurses PURPLE lab coats. The owner of the purple coat asks him what he was doing and he said he was going to see his son - she says not with my coat on - there's lots of laughter then from the nurses station who are watching the whole scene. I peek around Anthony's crib to see what was going on and saw Steve and just knew he was involved - I shook my head and went back to beating Anthony - yep Karma - it's a boatload of fun!

*for the rest of the day every nurse that has come in see's Steve and laughs and says "oh your the guy from this morning trying to wear so and so's purple lab coat.....and the laughter beings again. I had better get to go home in the AM!