Last week, CC came home with a 103 fever and being unable to break the darn thing despite Tylenol, cool baths and forehead compresses, our poor baby landed in the peds office. He looked pitiful all day, just wasnt himself at all.
His little rosy cheeks and sad eyes tell you how awful he felt.
The pediatrician was baffled by his high unbreakable fever with lack of symptoms and his constant moaning and whimpering. The nurse had cold paper towels on his head because his fever spiked to 103.3 after Tylenol. So after a slew of tests, we were sent to the ER.
(it's so weird to have him on my lap in the stretcher considering I'm used to him still being in my tummy every other time I was on a stretcher- oh and isn't he huge)
All his tests came back 100% normal and it was concluded that he just had a virus that has been running around.
He was back to his normal self with in 24 hours. It was just his first and hopefully last visit to the ER. I'm glad we went though bc it gave my anxiety a peace of mind. Had we gone home after the pedi's, I'm sure he would have heard from this crazy whack all night. It's just so hard to find that medium of normal worry and over anxious. Overall, I think I handled it pretty darn well, and 24 hours later- CC seemed to feel the same.
-attempted to blog this from my trusty iPhone most likely because I was too lazy to sit at the computer. Eh.