Tomorrow will be 3 weeks since the scariest night of my life...the night Caleb fell in the pool was truly one of the most horrifying experiences I have been through. The first few days after his accident I spent the large majority of my time thinking about every second leading up to when he fell in. I found myself thinking about life in general and was absolutely shaken to my core when I thought about how close I came to actually losing him. I actually found it difficult to go there several times because when I did I fell apart. I'd go in his room while he was sleep the first couple of nights home from the hospital and simply watch him breathe just like I did when he first came home from the hospital after he was born. As the days have passed by I've found myself thinking about it alittle less...getting more and more consumed with the everyday stuff that goes on. I still have moments that I go back to that night and how terrifying it was but they are spread farther apart now.
Yesterday I was looking through a folder of pictures on my computer...I have tons and tons that I haven't looked through yet. I found the pictures from the night of the pool party and one of them stood out like a neon sign. I remember taking this picture..it was taken right after I took his life vest off and he was playing with a ball. I was right beside him at the time and at the same time I clicked I told him to get away from the side of the pool. I remember taking him aside right after that with the ball in my hand(that I had gotten out of the pool)and telling him that he couldn't do that because he might fall in. He went about to another area and played some more. Looking back this picture gives me chills because there isn't a doubt in my mind that this is most likely how he ended up in the pool. Looking back I think of everything I could have done differently...I should have just taken him away from the pool,taken the ball away,held him in my arms and not let him down....it's all going through my mind.
Ironically right after I found this picture we got the mail and looky what paid us a visit yesterday. It was the bill from his hospital stay. Now remember we got to the hospital about 10 pm on Friday night and left about 9 am Saturday morning....we weren't even there for 12 hours. Now it was definitely needed and I do not regret going....but seriously..we were there for 12 freakin hours!
Look at the total!
The price for medical care these days is completely out of control!!!!
On the back of our hospital bills it breaks things down and tells you what the charges were for. It's got to be the most expensive hotel in town...we went to his room at 1:00 AM and left at 9:00 AM. For 8 hours in the room they charged us $785.00
Then comes the physician fee...I told David I wondered exactly what that entailed...is that for our doctor or would it be the doctor that was on call at the hospital...the one that met us in our room after they moved us to the pediatric floor...the one that spent a total of 5 minutes in our room...held a stethoscope to his chest and looked in his throat...all for a total charge or $234.60 for 5 minutes remember.
My goodness....I think I know what profession I need to go into! Seriously I know that we needed to go and I couldn't have lived with myself if we didn't...but when I saw what they charged us for 12 hours of care my mouth fell open. Then on the back it tells you of course that you may receive additional bills for radiology and from the actual doctor at your pediatricians office...I'm sure we have those coming...the joys of the mail truck.