Ok....so my hubby and I have been doing the p90x workout, and now I have a gash in my forehead. Hmm, how does that happen when you are working out? Well, we have been doing this workout in order to get in shape, and help me lose my baby weight. We have only been doing it for a week, but I am 100% committed. Now since I am so committed, and we don't have all the correct equipment yet, we decided to improvise as well as we could. We were doing fine up until Friday night when we had to do the pullup section. We are using the power bands since we don't have a pullup bar just yet. Well, the other thing is we didn't get the door thing that holds the power band in the door while you use it. This is where the improvosition comes in. My husband put something in the end of a sock and hung it over the door, closed the door, and tied the power band in the other end of the sock. Fine. It was working wonderfully; That is until the dog needed out, and the baby was crying all at one time. So I opended the door to let the dog out, continued excercising, and then when he barked was going to let him in. Then I thought better, and decided to let him stay out until we were done, and since the baby was on the floor. Well, it was time to do more pull ups, Haleigh was sitting next to me screaming, and the dog was outside barking. I thought if I hurried up and sat down next to Haleigh she would be ok, since she finds it hilarious when we workout. Well, I hurry up and sit down and pull on the bands to do my pull ups and all of sudden the sock comes flying at me. So I duck a little, as any normal person would when something is flying at your face, and it smacks me right in the forehead with whatever was in the sock. It felt like a rock. My husband started to continue to workout thinking that I was laughing, and at first I was. However, then I started crying, and he asked me if I was ok, and I couldn't really answer. He proceeds to let go of his band and I hear glass shatter...I just knew he broke the window on the door. So, he comes to check on me, and asks if I'm ok, and I start to say yes, thinking it just knocked me pretty good, and I will hold it a minute, and then we could continue. Wrong! I pulled my hand away after saying yes I was ok, and I had a hand full of blood! Shocked me, of course, and I started crying even more. I go to the kitchen sink and wait for Jared to get me a towel, the whole time asking if I got blood on the carpet, and if he broke the window. Just a few drops and no. It was a little candle thing. Then Haleigh is still crying, and the dog is still barking. I told him to just go pick her up. He was more worried about me, and I was more worried about everything else. Imagine that. That is what mother's do I guess. Who cares that I'm bleeding from my forehead. Clean the carpet and pick up the baby. Wow! What a Friday night. We got the bleeding under control, and while Jared put Haleigh to bed, I cleaned up the blood, and let the dog in. Then I called a babysitter, so that we could go to urgent care, just to make sure that I didn't need stitches and nothing else was wrong. This was at about 9pm. We sat at the ER for about 2 hours and then Jared finally checked to see how long it was going to be seeing as how we had a four month old at home who still wasn't feeling the greatest, and was only on her second night of antibiotics. I wanted to make sure we could get home before she woke up and gave the babysitter hell. Well, they didn't even have a Dr. assigned to us yet, and there were people still waiting that had been there long before us, so we decided to go to wal-mart and get some neosporan, and bandaids. Great ER! I got a whole other story for you about them too! Anyhow, to finish this one, we stopped at McDonald's (b/c we hadn't eaten supper yet either, b/c we always do our workout when Jared gets home from work, then do the baby's routine, then eat supper), and Wal-Mart, and then back to the house. The baby was fine, hadn't been awake, and all was calming down. We doctored my head and went to bed. Lastly for today, let me tell you about the ER visit we had not even a week before. It was just the Sunday before actually. TMI WARNING......Haleigh had started having diarhea on Sat. morning. I know babies get that sometimes. I thought it was something she had eaten that didn't agree with her. Fine. We'd wait it out. Sunday morning she was very cranky, and when I changed her diaper, there was blood in the diarhea and the diaper rash that she had started to get the day before was really bad now. I told Jared right then we were going to urgent care. We take her, they send us the the ER because of her age, and turns out, she was running a slight fever (101.4) too. So we sit in the ER room, and wait for a doctor to come and check her out. Now this is where the fun begins! I really do not like ER Dr.s and nurses. They do not care about how you are. I thought that seeing as how they were dealing with a baby, they would care more, and take more care. Not the case at all! We waited forever for the Dr. to come and see us. When she finally did, she was in there for about 5 minutes. She ordered a catheter to make sure that she didn't have a UTI (unirary tract infection), and prescriptions for us to alternate tylenol, and motrin for the fever. I swear to you, the nurses that put the catheter in, almost got punched. First of all, they lectured us about what to feed a baby. We told the doctor that we had started her on vegetables a while back, and rice cereal. The pediatrician said that was ok. Well, Saturday morning we gave her chicken, and Friday night Jared accidentally grabbed the oatmeal cereal my sister had given us, and fed that to her. So we were afraid that is was one of those things, that caused the diarhea, and therefore told the Dr. about 'em. Well, miss know it all nurses, lectured us that we shouldn't feed babies that stuff until they are at least a year old. One said she had a ten pound baby, and he was a porker, and lived just fine on formula and rice cereal until he was a year old. Well, fine. All babies and parents are different. Our pediatrician had already told us it was ok to be feeding rice cereal and first foods. Secondly, the catheter. By this time, I am crying, because I had already felt like a horrible mother, and now I felt even worse. So now they want to cath her to test her urine. Jared is sitting by her head and holding her hands and talking to her (thank goodness, because what came next made me cry even more), the nurses start to cath her, and she is being good. She is holding pretty still, that is until the first nurse couldn't get it in, and then she started crying. Which in turn made her start squirming more. Just about the time I was going to tell her to stop and leave her alone, she lets the other nurse try. Again, she can't get it in. And then she tells Haleigh "SHHH" in a really mean tone. Ok, you can't tell a 4month old to Shh first of all, and secondly they were hurting her. I was about to tell this nurse they weren't getting it, and they were done, right about the time she finally got it in. It turns out the first nurse wasn't putting it in the right spot. Wonderful, so I watched you hurt my daughter for no reason! I was fuming! Now, we leave, come home, give Haleigh tylenol only for her fever only when she was running one. I didn't feel she needed the motrin (and come to find out, I'm glad I didn't give it to her). They told us to follow up with our Dr. in 3 days. So I call and make the appt., which ended up being almost a week later. We see the Dr., and tell him what has been going on, and mind you Haleigh has just stopped running a fever, but the diarhea had definitely not improved, and the diaper rash was just starting to clear up from us coating her with Desitin after every diaper change. I ask him, if it could have been caused by the food?. He proceeds to tell me that yes, some foods that are unprocessed especially and chicken, can carry salmonella. Hmm, I knew that, but baby food too? I asked, " even the jarred stuff?" "Oh" he said. The notes from the ER said that you were feeding her table food. WHAT?! I would not give a 4month old "real" chicken! Then he looks at the diaper rash and gives us some prescription (Happy Hiney) diaper rash cream. The nurses said that the blood was from the diaper rash, which I could clearly tell it wasn't. Now we get down to it. He said yes it could still cause it, could be a little bit of food poisoning, and it would have to run it's course, but lets go ahead and do some tests just to make sure. He orders her blood drawn, and a stool sample. So I take her to get her blood drawn, bring them back a stool sample later that day, and the next day or two, he calls me back. Guess what? Haleigh has a virus! She needs antibiotics. Now if the nurses and Dr. at the ER had cared more, and payed attention, they would have maybe run those tests, and we could have had the antibiotics and gotten her over it by then! She was on the antibiotics for 1day when we saw a change in her mood, and her appetite. Then after 2-3 days, her bowel movements were back to normal. Imagine that. The Dr. did his job, and she got better! Ok, I am done ranting and raving about the ER, but it really burns my butt, that they would treat an infant like that. It is one thing, to be rude to adults, and if you are having a bad day, to take it out on someone, but when it comes to an infant, they didn't do anything, they don't know. You are a nurse/Dr. and you chose to do this job to help people, you are not allowed to have bad days, and take it out on people. What if it had been more serious than that? They could have cost her, her life, or caused her to get sicker! Anyway, thanks for reading (listening), and keep that in mind when you visit the ER (or any Dr. for that matter). A mother's intuition is usually right. I knew something wasn't right with her. I just didn't know exactly what. That is my opinoin, and a look into my laugh over the last two weeks.