Holy nightmare....so I have been dealing with this cough from hell. Everyone and their mother has told me I have anything from lung collapses to pneumonia to bronchitis...etc etc...well MeMe was up most of the night again with a high fever and vomiting. So Ian took her again last night to try and let me rest...no luck I slept for maybe 2 hours. So I come down this morning and she is burning up and so lethargic from not sleeping I picked her up to try and give Ian a break and she said her neck had owies. Ian flipped out because he has not slept in 2 days and is so mad at me because the house is messy and I didn't make supper last night. And apparently her ebing sick is somehow my fault. So I said "Ya know what? Screw it I'm going into emergency to get us both looked at." So we get in...MeMe has a ear and throat infection and they gave me antibiotics and a gravol prescription for her. I texted Ian saying he would need to leave me a little money for the meds because I am still waiting for my unemployment to kick in and have literally $4 to my name. He texted this back, word for word. "What happened to the $40 I gave you last month? I'm not fucking made of money." As I read this the doctor comes in to see me, he says I don't have pneumonia or bronchitis but I do have a lot of inflammation and congestion in my lungs, BUT they can't give me anything for it because I'm pregnant so I will have to just "tough it out". I put my head down and just started SOBBING. I mean like Oprah ugly face cry, full on sobbing like I saw someone run my dog over, chest heaving, unable to breath, BAWLING. The poor man looked at the nurse and the look of fear in his eyes...well I wish I had a picture. The nurse came in and started rubbing my back and goes "Oh honey. I know how hard it can be." I just wrapped my arms around her neck and held on for dear life. My mom would have called me a whiner and told me to suck it up, and then I would've got a lecture about how much harder her life was then mine. She got me a cold cloth to put on my face and just kept handing me kleenex until I regained some sense of normal. Then I scooped up MeMe and her bowl, and her blanket, and her diaper bag and headed for the car. Just outside the door she barfed all the way down my back and into my purse. I just kept on crying. I get home, where Ian is tapping his foot on the front porch, and the second I get out of the car he lit into me about how he doesn't have the money and why haven't I got any EI yet and how annoyed he is that I haven't seen any child support in 17 months. I walked past him, put the baby down in the house, walked back out and slapped his face. I have never been physical with anyone I have ever been with. I will never be again. I don't even know what came over me. He just stood back and stared at me. Then slowly went to his truck and went to work. He didn't say a word. I didn't say a word. But I wish like hell I could've given him a spanking because it's what he deserved.