I turned 15 months old today, but I sure didn’t feel like celebrating! I was at 5:45 feeling very sad and lethargic and looking very pathetic! I had a fever and diarrhea. A great birthday, right?
I laid down in my bet and then sat in the bathroom rocking with Mom. At 7:00 I gtot my antibiotics ate a bit of breakfast (I refused to touch the egg.). After breakfast Mom was still here and she just sat with me and rocked (and cleaned up my diarrhea). At 8:00 Nana came over and Mom left for a short day at work.
I was pretty fussy with Nana but slept in her lap for almost two hours. I woke up sweaty and hoarse. I got my Motrin at 12:15 before eating some O’s and milk. I felt a bit better and was for playing a bit and reading a few books. I got cranky just before 2:00 and kept saying “up, up” to indicate that I wanted to go to sleep — which I did.
At 4:00 Mom got home and Nana left for some much-needed rest. I cried non-stop (which I almost never do!) for half an hour. Mom got me comforted and then I played and read for about an hour. Then Mom and I watched Sesame Street videos until dinner.
I got my medicine just before 7:00 and was asleep by 7:30. We were supposed to drive to Detroit (and meet Dad there) for a wedding, but obviously that wasn’t going to happen. Fortunately, Mom’s off tomorrow. I hope I feel better!
Well, I didn’t feel better. I had a really rough night, and since Dad was at Chris’s and Cate’s wedding, Mom had a rough night all by herself. My fever kept going up. I was really unhappy and really uncomfortable. I got a dose of Motrin at 3:45 AM, but by 6:00 the situation had deteriorated further. I was fussy and unable to sleep and my fever kept going up. Mom rocked me until I stopped crying, but then she realized that only wasn’t I crying, but I really wasn’t responding to any stimuli. My arm-pit temperature was 102.8 and I wasn’t due for more Motirn for hours.
Mom called Nana, who suggested attacking my fever with Tylenol and wet wash cloths. Finally, they decided to take me to the emergency room at Children’s Memorial Hospital. Apparently you don’t have to get dressed up to go to the hospital — I went in a clean set of pajamas! Nana and Grandpa met us there (though they decided not to wear their PJ’s!) A resident named Dr. Choi examined me, but didn’t really have a commanding presence. He ordered a chest X-ray, a blood test, and a urine test, but wasn’t sure whether I need an IV. So, he called in the attending physician, Dr. Abujamra (turns out, she’s one of my peeps!). She spent about two minutes with me. She lifted up my arm and watched it limply fall back to my side. She called in the IV. Within three minutes I was much happier. I cooled down, was happier, and fell into a calm, restful sleep.
All my tests came back normal and the doctor gave me new a new antibiotic, Augmentin. Mom and I went home while Nana and Grandpa went to pick up my prescription and some groceries. The rest of the day was a blur for both me and Mom, made worse by the fact that she was getting sick, too, and Dad still wasn’t home!
A year ago I could lift my head!
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