“My daughter was 8 months old, and started acting strange. She was clingy, easily upset, running a fever, but not much else than that. I decided to take her to the emergency room one day because the fever wouldn’t go away and I just had a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. The emergency room doctor told me she was teething and to put Orajel on her gums and she’d be fine. I brought her home, but just couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was going to happen.
I brought her back to the emergency room. This time they told me she had the flu, even though she tested negative for it. I was given some Tamiflu and we were sent home again. I couldn’t accept that as an answer, so a few hours later I brought her back. At which point, they told me again it was the flu. I KNEW something was wrong. I knew it deep down in the pit of my stomach. So I brought her to the emergency room for a fourth time (in the span of one day). This time, they were furious I kept taking up spots for other people more deserving to be seen than my daughter. As a result, they were rude to me. They decided to run every test they could think of, just to prove I was crazy and get me out of there once and for all.
My daughter was severely dehydrated, had RSV, a UTI, a yeast infection, and very severe kidney infection. She was immediately admitted and was in the hospital for nearly a week on an IV drip and medications. Her doctor told me if I hadn’t brought her back to the emergency room that last time, she would have died that night from kidney failure.
I don’t blindly trust doctors anymore.”