Everyone seems to be fighting the fever and cough bug that has been going around for a couple of months. I thought we were done with it since we spent most of December sick with it but alas the petri dish that attends preschool brought it back home for us. JJ spiked a fever Thursday night that continued to Sunday morning....poor boy...although when the meds kicked in and he was normal temp again...he didn't let a little illness hold him back, he was still climbing over everything and getting into mischief. Not even sickness can contain his energy pack! Doctor checked him out on Friday and declared it a virus and sent us home. Friday afternoon....checking JJ's temp...I thought Lizzie seemed a bit warm and had been fussy (she can be fussy but not generally in the late morning and afternoon...usually her better mood time). I took her temp like 12 times and it it ranged from 99.4 to 100.9...after trying to reach the Doctor and sitting on hold to find out if they wanted her in office or go to the ER (her parting words to me at our checkup was until I see you in February...any temp over 100.4 was to go to ER...but did she mean that during office hours??...boy this stuff is confusing). Packed us all up...had Gabe call in sick...wasn't going to have a little boy with a 102.5 temp just medicated and a sick baby too...so we headed to the hospital...where I proceeded to become more of a stress case causing us to barely be functional when we walked into the ER. The advice nurse kept freaking me out with her various questions...does she have any rash...yes...its baby acne but man, upon inspection there is more on her back and belly. I couldn't recall...did the doctor say that the back is normal for baby acne. Is she responsive? My response...she is alive but she won't wake up! Liz decided this was a great time to be out cold and refuse to stir despite me undressing her to see what she looked liked as she breathed. After receiving a final confirmation to go to ER from nurse we pulled back onto the road to finish our journey. The 3 miles seemed liked 30 as I was sequestered to the back seat and unable to help Gabe steer the car! I hate not being in control of the car when I am stressed out but I needed to talk to the nurse when she came on the line and watch the baby for sudden head spinning or whatever else happens.
You would think since I am a seasoned mama that I would be cool, collected....not this mama. I hover over them and worry until I know its gonna be okay. And sincerely, JJ didn't have his first fever until he was 7 or 8 months old, so I hadn't dealt with a little baby and fevers.
We stand in line to check in...of course 3 patients all come in at the same time. I am holding Lizzie and it seems like she isn't so hot after all. I tried to explain to the nurse, well, maybe we don't need to be there and I had dreamed the 12 times that she seemed to have a temp. We were still checked in and yep, triage nurse confirmed no fever. We were still rushed back where the pediatrician saw us quite quickly and explained that since she is so young fevers indicated that they were fighting infection and she might not be fighting an infection because she can't or it could be a bad thermometer...we will skip the insert of his lecture on any thermometer other than rectal. So, we stayed for several hours to run lab work...and yep, she was fine but they were going to continue to run lab work on the culture growth in her blood for the next several days...so we went back to the ER on Saturday for our follow up and then back to her pediatrician on Monday. Frankly, I had seen more of Dr. L in 2 weeks than I had in over a year! It's a good thing I like her!
The tape removal was far more painful than the IV stick!
We are all mending...fevers are gone...parents seem to have been down for only the Sunday...maybe as an aftermath or a quick bout with the illness. Here's to the dream of no more illness this winter!
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| We are all feeling a bit spent now! |
Good night! Someone is hungry, time to post and feed Queen L.
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