Oh my gosh. Today was not a good day. At least, not until after 2pm. Stevie is fine, it was just rough overall.

The little guy had a doctor’s appointment with Hematology/Oncology. They wanted to do blood work to make sure that he doesn’t have a clotting disorder. When he clotted the original shunt that they put in, it was such a rare event that we have to rule out certain things and know exactly what we’re getting into for his upcoming surgeries. Definitely don’t want him to clot and go into cardiac arrest again. He’s had enough of that!

The appointment was originally scheduled for 11:30am. But then in the mail, I got a paper saying the appointment was for 10am. So I called over there the day before to confirm which time was correct. After being transferred several times, they told me to just plan on being there at 9am. So there I was. And we waited. And waited. And waited. It was THREE HOURS before they told me he needed to get blood drawn and FOUR HOURS before we actually saw a doctor.

I was pissed.

I yelled at one of the nurses (I DON’T CARE WHO SEES HIM, JUST GET SOMEONE IN HERE.) And I was super anxious because I knew he could only sleep so long and I had not pumped enough milk to have extra supply with me. My bad. But come on. So as we prepared to go home, baby had a meltdown. I tried breastfeeding, he would not have it. I tried rocking him in the car seat, he screamed even louder. I tried rocking him to sleep, no chance. So I figured, OK let’s get out of here and I’ll try breastfeeding him again in the car where its quiet. Well, that was a disaster. By the time we walked the 15 minutes to the car, he was inconsolable. So this is the scenario you would have witnessed had you peaked in my back seat:

Screaming baby with a face as red as a beat, Mommy sitting in the back crying her eyes out, not to mention a couple boobs on the loose. Oh man, it was not pretty. I finally just decided to buckle him in and drive. Otherwise he would just get hungrier and hungrier. He eventually settled down, but I tell you what – it was a bit traumatizing for me. I learned a few things from this experience (always bring more milk, always bring a manual pump, and always be more persistent about seeing the doctor in a timely manner) but I hope to never be in that type of situation again.