Hell, let her have it.

Umm...could I get some sick baby advice? Ellie has some (whitefonted for the squeamish) streaks of blood in her dirty diapers. She usually only has one a day but today she's on #4 with amount of red increasing.

Same thing happened on Wednesday, but the nurse said not to worry unless it reoccurred. I'm not really worried, because she's acting fine, but I wish the nurse would call me back and say it's nothing.

Stephanie, were it me I'd call the doctor. But I have a tendency to freak out about that stuff and run immediately and, sometimes, unnecessarily to a professional.

Steph, call the duck.

Hey, that's why we have professionals. And blood is scary. I say beep the sucker.

(this is a completely uninformed opinion)

I'm trying not to escalate the situation. I expect lots of people feel the same way, because the silence since she posted has been deafening.

I might say something about getting back on track to our regularly scheduled Regency discussion and how one of the reasons I'm writing about the Peninsular War rather than the Iraq War, besides my being a historical fiction writer to my core, is that it allows me to write about men like my nephew without feeding my rage at the current political situation.

Ok, I called and left a message on the nurse line. She should call me back.

You did the right thing, Steph. That's what they're there for.

I agree, call the doctor.

I agree, call back Stephanie.

Give 'em hell Susan.