Have you ever tried to make a 1-year-old with gastro eat a spoon of weird tasting gritty fruit compote in the middle of the night? And when they can’t keep meds down, there’s no suppositories – so you can’t make them comfortable.
Second, there’s no ER. My eldest got better & went back to daycare. My baby didn't. He has asthma. He’d been running a fever for 5 days when I recognized the signs of respiratory distress - the rice krispie crackle of his lungs, the sucking skin at his neck and under his ribs.
You don't want to fuck around with that shit, so I took him to the Montréal Children's Hospital ER. I told the nurse at ‘pre-triage’ or reception about the asthma, the breathing, the fever. The pre-triage nurse performed a brief visual exam - i.e. - she looked at him.