It has been one of those weeks. Brogey has been horribly sick. He has had a high fever 103-104 all week long; crying, screaming, not sleeping, not eating, just being down right mean. We didn’t know what was going on with the baby. He just ran a fever. We aren’t the type to medicate our kids unless necessary and this time it was necessary. We alternated ibprofen and tylenol over and over for a week. Then we noticed the bumps. His entire mouth broke out, his tongue, his gums, the roof of his mouth, etc. All covered in these sores. At this point I hadn’t slept more than an hour at a time for four days. So I took him to the doctor. That quack saw him for two seconds and told me that he was fine. To go home. I was like listen here lady, something is not right. She said that she had seen more than one of these cases all week. I was ticked. I brought him home. I called The Wife crying and told her there wasn’t anything that they could do for him. I knew something wasn’t right. I haven’t slept, he isn’t sleeping, no eating, all he did was cry. We debated on the fact of taking him to the Children’s Hospital. I called my mom, yes folks, I called my Mommy. I call my mommy all the time. I call her for advice, to talk, questions, etc. She is my best friend (other than The Wife). I called her and she was livid. She informed me that the doctor has to be a quack. She has to be or she would notice that something is wrong with him and there had to be a way for him to get some relief. I love my mommy. I love the fact that she gets just as worried as we do and just as upset as we do. So the next day I called his doctor again, different doctor this time, and she wanted to see him. I get there and I am the last patient in the entire office. I had been there for a couple hours and nothing. Still waiting. I was so mad. He screamed the entire time. Tiny room, 2 hours, screaming, crying, and nothing I can do about it. Finally she comes in. I tell her what is going on, start crying, beg her for help. She then looks at me and says, I am sorry. There is nothing I can do. There is nothing that I can do to help him. It is one of two things that it could be and neither one can I do anything for. I look at her, look at him screaming and crying, and I say, “Then what the f*ck am I supposed to do for my son”. I don’t usually say things like that but to be honest I was/am at my wits end. I don’t know what else to do for my baby that is crying and screaming in pain. He cries in his sleep. I don’t know condone cussing at a doctor or at anyone for that matter. But I said it before I could think. She looks at me and says, “Nothing”. I could have died. Instead I cried. Like a baby. She was really nice about it, really nice about telling me to just ride it out. But it didn’t help me. He is still crying, not sleeping, not happy, not eating, barely drinking and we are going on day 5. I don’t know what I am going to do. The Wife has to work, I get that, but dang I am wore out. I am exhausted. I haven’t slept in days, I am so tired of hearing him cry. My nerves are shot. Every time he cries I want to stab my ears out. Every little thing has made me angry. I am getting mean. I am getting angry over little things. I hate this. I hate being this way. But any mother that has had a sick child knows how I feel. Y’all know the sleepless nights, the crying that you can’t control, y’all know….that I am about to go nuts!!! Hopefully, he will get better soon and I can get some rest and so can he….