B-ball Tourney in Philly

I've been lucky enough to be playing basketball here on a city league team in Cleveland.  (Ok, I really checked Hadley's school email and basically stalked the girl that was heading up the team and asked them if I could play with them.  She said yes, we play every Wednesday night, and Had and Jete come watch me each week.  I love it!)  Well, this team is made up of girls from Had's school, except me.  And once a year, all the podiatry schools in the country get together and have a big basketball tournament.  They said that since I was a student's wife, I could still play in it.  This year the tourney was in Philadelphia.  So we all packed up and drove to Philly.  The tournament was so much fun!  I don't want to brag, but I was seriously on fire, throughout the whole tournament, which always makes it so much more fun.  Then we won the whole tournament, so it was pretty dang awesome!

The bad part about the whole thing....

this cute little guy! 

(the only pic from the weekend)

He wasn't crying, screaming, or throwing fits from being cooped up in a gym all weekend.  He was actually really good.  But he got sick. Like the flu-sick.  It was awful!  It started out at the games throwing up and diarrhea, and by the time we got back to Cleveland, he wasn't eating or drinking anything.  He stopped going to the bathroom, which freaked me out.  I called his doctor and they said get him into the Emergency Room now!  So we hurried and got him to the ER.  We found out the hard way that's not the place to go in Cleveland.  It looked like a homeless shelter in there, packed with people on every chair, sitting/laying on the floors, sleeping.  We waited for 4 hours.  It was such a joke.  Jeter was tired and hungry and couldn't sleep and wouldn't eat.  We didn't have a chair to sit on, and he was basically crying the whole time we were in there.  When they finally called us to come back, we had just gotten him to stop crying and the stupid doctor  pulled out his binky.  He started screaming bloody murder, and the doc says, "Oh nope, he's fine, see, he has tears.  If he didn't have tears, then we would need to worry about dehydration. Give him some pedialite." Then sent us out the door.

Oh I wanted to punch that doctor in the face so bad!  Do you think we're idiots?  Of course we've tried everything there is to try.  HE WON'T EAT ANYTHING!!!  He needs some fluid in him and he won't swallow anything.  So after feeling helpless, frustrated, madder than heck, and hatred towards doctors, we came home and ripped on them some more.  It was seriously the worst feeling ever to know that your baby needs help, but that you can't do anything about it. 

The good news.... he eventually did recover, and we learned no matter what the situation is, don't use Cleveland's ER's.