Hospital

When the boys spent two and a half weeks in the NICU after birth, I was done with hospitals. I had had enough for a lifetime.
Yet here we are. It's 2:30am and Grey is trying to fall asleep in the big metal hospital crib, surrounded by blinking things, Travis is trying to sleep on the floor and I'm sitting on the bathroom floor, typing into my phone.
Here's the story: this morning Grey woke up favoring his right leg. He wouldn't put any weight on it, he would cry if we tried to stretch it. So Travis ran him to the Doctor. Doctor checked and x-rayed it, but nothing was broken. She took a little blod culture and he has elevated white blood cells. They did an ultrasound and there's no visible infection.
Did I mention that our Medicaid coverage ends on the first of March, aka today?
They wanted to do an MRI, but since we have no insurance today, it needed to be done yesterday. So they sent us up to Salt Lake City, Primary Children's Hospital to get one done tonight.
We sat in a boring empty room for about 5 hours while a stream of different specialists came to poke, prod, and otherwise harass Grey. Thy said that they would er the MRI set up, they said no MRI. They said they were going to start prepping h for sedation, they changed their minds again. Finally midnight rolled around and they moved us to a room with he promise that they'd figure things out in the morning, beginning perhaps, with a bone scan.
Did I mention that Grey had been fasting so that he could be sedated for an MRI? Did I mention that it was over 5 hours past his bedtime?
They won't let us even mix bottle for him. THEY have to do it.
They want us to use their diapers. They've hooked Grey up to a monitor that beeps loudly when he tries to unhook himself. They come in and wake him every few hours for "vital checks" even though he's not here with RSV or cancer or something. He's here with a leg injury that may or may not be blown completely out of proportion.
They scolded Travis for lying in the floor, even though theres only one bed.
Sigh.
Say a prayer for us please. We had a rough day. Tonight is a rough night.
And I doubt that tomorrow will be any better.