Trip to the hospital anyone?

We were at the hospital twice this week for a total of 4 hours.  2 hours on New Years Eve and 2 on 2nd January. Of course, I would not take my baby to a room full of disease ridden people if it were not extremely urgent.  The NHS 24 people told us that we should go so I could blame them but the truth is they were basing their recommendation on information provided by me. On the Friday night, it was clear that Logan had a cold and is also very likely teething so he was more restless than normal. He did not settle all night which is very unusual for him and spent a large amount of time straining to do a poo. We had him in a bath at 3am, gave him cooled boiled water, frequently tried to distract him in order to get a cotton bud in his nose to remove contents, hushed him, rocked him, begged him but he did not sleep.  Until Adam took him for a walk at 12pm the next day.  He slept and we were so relieved that we left him in his pram, in a snowsuit for two hours while we had a much needed cuppa.  Then he woke up crying.  We worried; this is so unlike him..let's take his temp. Of course, it wouldn't be abnormally elevated after sleeping in a snowsuit. 37.5 degrees - officially a fever for a baby..call 111 now.  Get sent to out of hours. It's a cold, he doesn't have a fever unless the call you gave just in case worked, he might be a little constipated, don't give dairy fro a few weeks.

We left, grateful that he just had a cold and hopeful for more sleep that evening. We got some, but mainly because we stayed up till 1am celebrating the new year's arrival.  The next day we were further pleased that aforementioned constipation had gone.  Replaced by the opposite.  Just what you need with a hangover.  But wait...is that blood in his nappy? It looks like a lot? He's had a bad cold, now he has blood in his nappy...phone 111.  "Can you bring the offending nappy to out of hours?" the clinician on the phone asks.  I think they are on to my hypochondria.  "Okay", and off we go to the hospital.  Turns out it wasn't blood.  it was carrot. He'd had carrot earlier that day. The GP humoured me and said she would do the same; I suspect she lied to make me feel better.  And now every day, Adam asks me what time we are due at the hospital.