This past weekend was…eventful. Thursday night Avery’s temperature spikes to 104.3* Which is not good for a 10 month old. I called the after hours clinic and they told me, “I don’t want to alarm you, but you are going to have to bring her in.” More specifically, bring her to Children’s Hospital. You know a really quick way to alarm someone? Start a sentence with “I don’t want to alarm you…” Like I need any more reasons to freak out here. Side note: there is a list of things I never want to do in my life. An un-bucket list. (What’s the opposite of bucket? Google isn’t very helpful on this one.) And going to Children’s Hospital is on it. So that happened.
We went in and she had a temp of 103* I was worried it would be back down to normal by the time we got there. And the nurses would give me That Look. But she still had a fever. And was oddly playful and energetic when we got there. That changes as soon as the poking and prodding started. Poor baby. Blood, urine, mucus. All of it. And after all that they still didn’t know what was wrong. sigh. We got the generic “it’s a virus” answer. We got sent home at 3am with a medicine regimen and some pedialyte.
Jeremy: Are you taking a picture?
Me: It’s baby’s first trip to the ER. We have to document every milestone we can.
He proceeds to shake his head and give me a funny look. It’s like he has a totally different parenting philosophy the I do.
We both took Friday off work. Mostly to sleep. We were so tired! It was nice to have an extra day added to the weekend, so thanks Avery! : )
And I snapped this picture so everyone can see she is back to normal. Yay!
Avery had a follow-up appointment at our normal pediatrician’s clinic Saturday morning. One last (screaming) blood test and she was given a clean bill of health. No more mystery fever! Now the fun part: getting back to a normal bedtime.
Sunday was devoted to cleaning. We want to move into a bigger house. The sooner, the better. Operation Sell This House is unofficially underway. SO my free time will be spent cleaning and rearranging and de-cluttering. Good times. I went through all of my clothes and shoes. Came out of it with 2+ boxes to donate! And found my size smaller jeans now fit! I guess my 40 days of going to the gym is working. I am only 2 sizes from my first Goal Size. That was encouraging. : )
A nice way to end the weekend.
How was your weekend?