Yesterday (Saturday) Marcus had his first visit to the Emergency Department at the Hospital. He had woken up at 7am crying, and by midnight mum and dad were getting a bit tired. His temperature was fine, he was feeding well, was doing the stuff down below that needed to be done, but wouldn't stop crying, or throwing his arms, legs and head about. So mum and dad called the PlunketLine who suggested a trip to the hospital.
We got down there about 1am and were seen to, along with the sixteen year-old suffering from alcohol poisoning, the fifteen year-old having his jaw wired after a fight with some teenage thugs looking for some fun, and the party-pill-popper who had been at Cuba St Carnival and whose tongue had swollen for some reason.
The doctors couldn't find anything wrong apart from the crying and the flailing. So they recommended a night for observation. Mum stayed with Marcus in Ward 19 at the children's hospital, while dad headed home at 4 for a couple of hours sleep. The next morning, when the senior pediatrician and the Professor came around to look at him he was a little angel!
So Marcus is now home, with no-one any the wiser about what was going on (bad wind is an opinion shared by several).
Marcus hopes to not have this experience again, but what he liked about it was that everyone at the hospital took him seriously. When people weren't sure what was wrong, they kept bringing in someone from higher up the food chain. The hospital staff were fantastic, in the emergency department (which Marcus now knows is referred to as the ED) and in Ward 19.
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