sick, sick, sick

That's me.  Sick, Sick, Sick.  I haven't felt well for a few days, and after having some horrid cramping and spotting, not to mention the vomiting, I gave the new Dr's office a call to see what the would recommend doing to feel better.  I was told that my Dr would meet me at the hospital.  Great, so not only do i feel like I've been run over, now i gotta call Eric and have him come home from work to take me in.  Oh yeah, and the 2 year old?  She had to come too.  So off to a hospital i have never been in we go. Much to my surprise, my Dr was there waiting for me.  He took one look at me, trying not to heave all over the hall, and ordered IVs and meds to help come down my stomach.  I was really impressed.  He had other women to see, babies to deliver (2 born while i was there), but he was in to see me no less than 4 times in the 5 hours i was there hooked up to the IVs.  The nurses were wonderful, and while i don't feel 100% better yet, i do feel better about using that hospital to have Lilly in.  He wanted to admit me over night to make sure i got feeling better, but who wants to sleep in a hospital?  I must say, Lilly is fine, i am sick, but i am not afraid of this hospital anymore!  So i guess it all worked out in a weird way.