Frustrated Beyond Words

I just talked to the nurse at the doctors office. I called this morning just so Dr. Wiley would know that Miles still has not eaten much and that he hasn't had anything to drink in about a week and a half. The nurse said she would talk to the doctor and then call me back.

5 hours later...she called back and she said to just "Keep an eye on him?"

WHAT?

I asked her for how long should I "keep an eye on him" before I called again? She asked, "Well, many wet diapers is he having?"

"Uh, NONE."

"When was his wet diaper?"

"I didn't actually have to change his diaper all weekend but I did."

"When did he last have a poop diaper?"

"I honestly can't remember. Since he hasn't been able to take a bottle he can't take his Miralax so he just hasn't gone poop."

"Oh, I'll talk to the doctor and call you back."

(A couple of minutes later.)

She calls me back and tells me that if Miles isn't better by the morning then to bring him in at 8:30 tomorrow.

Excuse me for this, but...What in the hell does that mean?

If he's better by morning...Why in the world would he be better by the morning? Why would he shoot all liquids out of his nose for a week and half and then all the sudden magically stop by the morning?

I'm so frusterated I feel like throwing things!

It's such a conflicting feeling to want something done for Miles, but at the same time hating the idea of being put in the hospital. I'm mad that something isn't being done today and I'll be mad tomorrow if we're put in the hospital. I'm mad that he's still sick. I'm mad that he's too sick to get a surgery that I'm mad about.