The Looney Lab Saga

Our baby has been dealing with some diarrhea issues. Since I read on our pediatrician’s site that viruses usually run their course by 14 days, I waited until Sat. before calling the doctor. They told me to bring her right in and determined her symptoms warranted some lab tests. Since they use the lab at the hospital that is NOT our preferred provider, the nurse scraped a sampling into a specimen jar and we ran it to the lab at the hospital that is our PP. Later Sat. evening a lab tech, we’ll call her Melanie, called saying there wasn’t enough for all the tests ordered and we needed to bring in another sample. She said we could just bring in a full diaper in a Ziplock bag, so I packed up a ripe, juicy diaper in a bag and took it to the lab Monday morning. Because we were running short on time, I dropped my hubby off at work and planned to pick him up at midnight. When I got home there was a message from another lab tech, we’ll call this one Sherry, saying the diaper was unacceptable and they had to throw it away and we needed a specimen in a special bag. I called the lab, very upset by this time at the thought of having to make another 40+ mile round trip to the hospital and talked to the lab manager, Dave. He said Melanie should have never told us it was okay to bring in a diaper in a baggie and to come in and he would give me a specimen bag and handle this case himself. So we drove back in, picking up Grandma on the way, picked up the specimin bag and attached it to PJ’s butt (poor thing—to have a bag taped to your diaper rash!), went to Target for fun and waited for her to poop. At 9 I collected the specimen from a very tired, crabby baby and we drove back to the lab. Before leaving I wanted to make sure it was collected correctly and there was enough for the tests. Dave (the manager) had one of the techs look up the order in the computer, only to find that the tests had been marked completed!! By now even he was frustrated and said he’d get the original orders and find out what test was missing and why they needed more, and instructed the tech to call Melanie. That’s where things were left at 9:30 last night, still haven’t heard anything. Poor PJ, and poor, frustrated, really PO’d PJ’s Mommy!!!

Advantages to not breastfeeding…

Okay, just to clarify, I would NEVER in a million years advocate formula feeding over breastfeeding except, in cases like me, where the mom’s milk just isn’t enough.

That disclaimer said, I have found a few advantages:

1. I can leave her with hubby and go to Michaels. And JoAnn’s. And then back to Michaels.
2. I can take a nap when Grandma comes over on Grandma Wednesdays.
3. I get to sleep at night because my hubby gets up to feed her. :)
4. She can wolf down 4 oz. in about 10 minutes then take a 2 hr. nap.
and… my current favorite…
5. I can drink a glass of wine when I have horrible pain!!

Oh, and this past Friday was the first time I bought formula and didn’t feel like crying as I put it in my cart. That’s progress!