First ER visit or should I say eeeerrrrrrr visit?!?!

So Curt and I spent out night in the ER.  Lesson learned: I will NOT take my son to the skiff ER unless there is absolutely no other option.  Let me start with the beginning.  As you read from the previous post Bentley has been sick since Thursday Feb. 16th Bentley began to have a cough deep in his chest.  Curt wanted to take him to the doctor then but I refused because it "wasn't that bad".  We went all weekend with him coughing and being stuffy and Saturday night be started to run a fever of 100.  This is also when the draining began and we had a snotty nose to deal with.  I stayed home from work on Monday and took Mr. Bentley to see Dr. Frost and he thought he seen what might have been the start of some ear infection.  He seemed to feel that his lungs sounded good and also couldn't tell if the runny nose was from sinuses or if his throat was red because Bentley wasn't cooperating.  He gave us an antibiotic and told us to give him benadryl to dry up his nose along with Tylenol when needed for his fever.  Last night marked 48 hrs of being on the antibiotic and things seemed to have gotten worse.  Bentley's fever spiked up to 102 degrees, he was having more difficulty breathing, taking more quick short breaths rather than his stuffed up nose breaths I'd been use to.  My dad said that he had slept the majority of the day and just really presented as not feeling well.  My mother took his temp on her lunch hour and he had a slight fever of 99 degrees.  He was sleeping when I went to pick him up and when we got home he was awake and played a little but still didn't seem himself.  He crawled up to me and sat on my lap and took a cat nap until Daisy woke him up got down played a little bit longer then crawled back over to me at about 4:30.  I took him to lay down with me in bed and he slept for another hour which seemed odd since he had already had his afternoon nap.  During his sleep he had very short shallow breathing, I was uneasy about this.  When he woke up he also was burning up and after taking his temp. I decided that he needed to be seen by a doctor.  Since the clinic was closed that left me with one option in Newton and that was the ER.  I was so uneasy I didn't know what to do,  I knew going to the ER was going to be a lot of money and I wasn't sure if he even needed to go that far to being checked into since it wasn't really truly an emergency.  But after a couple minutes of stewing and a phone all to my mother I gave in and when Curt got home we took him up.  6:15 was the time on the clock when we sat down in the waiting room.  This is where we waited and waited and oh you guessed it waited.  We waited so long that I was starting to second guess even going and we had planned that if we seen 7:30 on the clock we would leave.  At 7:15 we finally got called back by the nurse and she took all his vitals and got information from us.  we still didn't see the doctor till around 8.  Then he came in for about 3 seconds and wanted us to go and get his antibiotic to make sure what it exactly was.  Luckily Curt's Mom had came so she was able to do us the favor and go get it from home.  He did order a chest xr and lab work so we first went to get his x ray which wasn't fun.  They had this funny little contraption where Curt had to lift his arms above his head while they took the picture.  He looked helpless and scared.  Then another traumatic time came when the lab tried to get blood for a culture.  She tried twice and was unsuccessful both times.  She finally settled for a finger poke to at least learn what his white cell count was.  After all that The doctor came back in around 8:45 and spoke maybe ten sentences to us, I'm sure it would have just been 3 had Curt not asked his questions about the new medication he was giving us.  The doc ended up giving us a stronger antibiotic.  All in all I guess it wasn't to terrible of a deal.  We learned that he was in the on set stages of pneumonia and his white cell count was elevated just a tad.  When we got home he finally drank some bottle and I gave him some chocolate pudding.  He slept through the night but I felt terrible leaving for work this morning.  I just wanted to stay home and cuddle with him.  Sometimes, it just plain sucks having to be a responsible adult.  I was just so frustrated at the lack of contact or communication from the doctor.  He didn't even look into his ears and he had the nurse gives us information on ear infection.  How does he know he has ear infection if he didn't look in his ears......oh wait I TOLD HIM so therefore I am the one that is smart and sounds like I know it all!!!!  Just sayin! :-)