Medical Nightmare Comes to a Head

This is a long one. Brace yourselves. My current (soon to be ex) pediatrician's office is comprised of apparently incompetent doctors who like to do trial and error and wait and see as their methods of diagnosis. Case in point, A was diagnosed with an ear infection on her third visit (in 8 days!). On Wed V went along with his sis and I was told he did not have an ear infection, just a fever and pink eye. Since his fever had started on Tuesday and they always use "3 days" as the magical fever number (until you get there of course) I took him in as a precaution on Friday afternoon. Doctor told me one ear was fine and that the other had a lot of wax. She used a tool to remove some but none came out and then concluded that he did not have an ear infection and that we should continue to have a fever and see what came next. Yes, this sounds like how a supermarket cashier might diagnose and treat a medical problem, ie clueless. V continued to be VERY irritable and to not sleep at all during the day after a night of high fever during which he also slept poorly. Fast forward to Friday night. I hesitantly went out for 2.5 hours even though V was very fussy at bedtime. As instructed, tío G gave V Advil at 9:30 (at this point his blood is comprised of mostly Advil I guess) when he woke up crying (and drenched in sweat. How many times can a fever break?) At 11pm I went to bed and at 12:15 woke up to the worst crying I ever heard. V would not stop. Would not let me hold him. Take a bottle or a pete (how I wished I were still nursing at that moment!) The crying was so disturbing that I knew a. he was in a lot of pain b. i had a problem c. the neighbors and/or police would be coming over soon. After 30 minutes (you have no idea how long that is when your baby is crying at the top of his lungs- he is indeed hoarse today) I called my mother. We could not hear each other but I said "I need help now" and she, along with grandpa appeared 20 minutes later. At this point, V had all of a sudden completely stopped crying and was completely still, which actually worried me more. I packed a bag of items, V in the Bjorn and we (grandpa and I) cab it to Mount Sinai. He is in the computer under Epstein, B  TWA (took me a while to get that- my name, Boy, Twin A for those of you who are slow like me) so we fly straight in. Here's a tip if you want fast service in an emergency room- bring a real or prosthetic belly and a real (or borrowed) baby. We see a lovely emergency room pediatrician who tells me that 1. V is okay because he is breathing well, apparently the most important thing with babies and 2. he has one ear that looks good and another one that has wax. "Oh, I know" I tell her and relay my afternoon jaunt to the butcher to diagnose V. Well, he has a scab in his ear from having been hurt with the tool to remove wax and when she gently does remove wax (and I see the wax) she tells me that he ear is VERY INFECTED and full of pus. So I am relieved because now we know why he is in such awful pain. But I am livid. The doctor clearly fucked up, said nothing, and then did a fake "his ear looks fine" to not deal. My guess is that a normal person would not doubt what two different doctors said within two days about her child. I am not normal and anyone who heard V cry would have taken him to the ER as well. So he got a dose of antibiotics and a prescription for the same one A is one (but a much higher dosage) and went to sleep at 3am. And woke up at 5:45am. Since then he took about three 30 minute naps. He is miserable. F came home (after what seemed like 3 weeks not 8 days) and put V to sleep without much work. So I am hopeful that my poor baby will sleep. And I am scared of F and going to the doctor with them Mon am (need their one year check up and to get all of the files to change doctors). I may need to sedate him. Well, the good news is that now we know what V has and the bad is that doctors continue to NEVER cease to amaze me with their incompetence.