Have any of you read the kids book called 'the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day'? It was a book we had while I was growing up. (i would link to it, but i'm on my phone). I thought about that book 50 times this morning as I experienced my very own terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Instead of admitting Hendrix into the hospital last night, the doctor scheduled Hendrix for a follow up appointment first thing this morning with a pediatrician. While I was getting all the kids ready to go this morning, Hendrix was sad. He knew he was going back to the doctor and he didn't want to. He was sitting on my bathroom floor while I put on his shoes. He was whimpering and crying and holding his blankie and said: "I just want to go to aunt Sarah's house..." then I cried too. This poor little boy has been super sick and can't breathe and was tortured for hours at a clinic yesterday and all he really wants to do is play at his aunt Sarah's house.
So then I start loading all the kids into the van- slightly begrudgingly because I'm making Veda skip her nap in order to make this appointment. And then I can't find my keys. We're talking frantic looking everywhere for my keys. I took all the kids out of their car seats and then put them back in, went back into the house a few times, and looked everywhere. We said prayers and I called Dave to see if he knew where they were. After a few more tears I found them- they had fallen down in the floor where the seats can store down in the van. But I found them!!
And we were off to the doctor.
I had plugged in the address and suite # into my phone. And was quite impressed with myself when I got us pretty close to where we were supposed to be. It was supposed to be right by the hospital, and of course when you get right by the hospital there are all of a sudden 1,000 buildings. After turning around twice I finally found it!! While trying to park I almost ran over a pedestrian, and backup up onto the curb.
I unload and have to wake up Veda. And carry Hendrix kicking and screaming into the building because he really didn't want to see another doctor. I look at the directory and don't see the doctor's name. Granted- I don't quite remember the doctor's name. And I didn't bring my paperwork because I thought I didn't need it. The address was in my phone, remember? I decide to ask for help. I find a random office and walk in and tell them I'm looking for a pediatrician that I can't remember the name of. She points me to the only pediatrician in the building. I go there to find it's not a pediatrician at all but an O.B. (not quite what Hendrix needs). So I go back to the parking lot and decide to call the urgent care center I went to yesterday and see if they'll give me the pediatricians name and number. But I'm crying, so I call Dave first to see if he'll help me. Which he doesn't (sorry Dave). He just tells me to look it up on my iPhone. So still crying, I call the urgent care center where the nurse rudely told me that that info probably won't be in my discharge papers so she probably doesn't know. She looks... And gives me a totally different address than where I am. And a phone number. Which I call and get no answer. By this time we are at least 20 minutes late. And I'm so emotional that I decide to just go home.
When we get home I try and look at my paperwork to see if I have a different phone number. And sure enough, I had gone to the wrong address. Who knows where I got this random address I went too... But i had had a long day yesterday, so I'm just going to blame it on that :)
So I call the office, hoping that they will forgive me the $25 no show fee and have pity on me since I was so lost. And the lady doesn't even have Hendrix down for an appointment. WhAt??!!
I need some chocolate. And a hug.