What do you want a cheese sandwich and a hand job for your husband? Life is full of good days, shitty days and other ups and downs. And the world is an imperfect place. Mistakes happen. You had a real shitty night. And then you got the good news that a mistake happened and your child was fine. Isn't that the most important thing? Do you really feel the need to "lawyer up" and cash in? Maybe go find the person who made the mistake and scream in their face about what a fuck up they are. That might make them feel worse and obviously you would feel better.

There are any number of mouth breathing barely human personal injury attorneys who would be happy to accommodate you and accept your case. They will bluster and harass the insurance company and they will throw them a few thousand dollars and that will be the end of it. You can spend time doing that and take the money and buy yourself a nice weekend in the Poconos to deal with your anguish.

And after the money is gone you will continue to bitch and complain for the rest of your night. It will be something you haul out and spread the misery around whenever you are at a dinner party where someone has not heard the story. And you will drink in the sympathy and feel validated in your anger.

Or you think with a little bit of perspective on what happened. A lab technician made a mistake. Maybe he or she was a fuck up. Or was overworked. Or just plum didn't give a shit. But the mistake was made. And it was not what the mistake that it could have been. They didn't fuck up and say nothing was wrong and have it turn out there was and he died. You received a blessing that night. You played out all the worst case scenarios in your mind. And instead of any of them you instead got only the best case. Your child was alive and healthy. Live that blessing and enjoy the purely ecstatic feeling you got after you heard the news he was ok. Never talk or think about this event again. And don't feel cheated. Feel blessed. This event only has the power you give it. Give it nothing and move to a better place.

Good luck.

PS. Lest you think I don't understand what you went through I understand better than most. My son was injured in a football game two years ago. As was another teammate of his. The doctors thought the other child had maybe broken his neck. But he talked to the wrong set of parents. It wasn't until a half hour went by that we realized that it wasn't my son being taken for an MRI for a possible broken neck it was the other kid. So I know exactly what you are feeling.