After watching Drew battle a fever all day, complete with chills and lack of interest in anything but sleep and juice, I started getting really concerned tonight.
I’d kept him cool all day, tried to keep fluids and food in him (he didn’t have much interest in either), but all he wanted to do was sleep. He ended up taking a three hour nap while Daniel scooted to a late church service.
When Daniel got home, we woke Drew up to eat a bit of supper and play a tiny bit before tucking him back in bed. Only this time his fever had went back up. All the way to 103.2. Yes, I freaked out.
He hadn’t been sniffly at all today. No diarrhea, no vomiting, and no coughing. Just lying around, very very very whiny, and his fever has went up and down depending on tylenol and cool wash cloths.
We haven’t found a pediatrician yet or I would have called their 24 hr doctor on call and asked for a suggestion. So, we packed him into the car and headed to the ER.
It’s a new feeling to watch Drew somewhat helpless, physically. We’ve been blessed to have a very healthy boy. He’s had probably under 10 colds since he’s been born (he’s almost 18 months now) and has never had an ear infection or a stomach virus. But it was obvious tonight that something was wrong.
At the ER, the nurse put a band-aid on Drew’s toe that had a sensor inside of it to take his blood pressure. She slid his sock back over his toes and it was so cute to see Drew reach down and keep touching his toes. I KNOW IT’S THERE MOMMY! He got to wear a tiny toddler gown and with a fresh dose of tylenol, he was soon wiggling all over the hospital room. Isn’t that Murphy’s Law? Just when you think your kid is falling apart and you rush to the ER, he starts to dance for all the nurses.
The doctor finally came in (after we waited in a room for 45 minutes) and checked Drew out and diagnosed him with strep throat. I’m so glad that we went ahead and took him tonight. He’s on antibiotics and tylenol now and tucked in bed, sound asleep.
