Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Friday, July 06, 2007

Poked and Prodded to the Max

On Monday night, as I was putting Jayla to bed, I noticed that she was a little warm. I took her temperature - 101.3 - no need to be too alarmed. I gave her a dose of Tylenol and put her down to sleep.

I really did not think much of it and even considered not telling my husband about it. But, I did right before we went to bed just so he would know to check her out when he woke her up the next morning.

She was still running a fever when he got her up on Tuesday - still 101.3. She was really lethargic so, he gave her more Tylenol and let her sleep some more. I volunteered to stay home with her for the day because it was the day before the holiday and frankly, there was absolutely no reason for me to go to work.

She woke up again just after her daddy left for work and really wanted nothing more than to just lay around and watch PBS while I surfed the web from the couch. It really was a great morning.

I tried to put her down for a nap a little early. She slept for about 20 minutes and then woke up screaming. I picked her up and she was burning up! Her skin looked red and was hot to the touch. I took her temperature and with every 1/10 degree that the number increased, I was just praying that it would STOP GOING UP ALREADY!!

It didn't stop until it had reached 104.7. That's degrees, people. The child had a fever of 104.7 degrees! I thought of my boss' stories of how his child went into seisures at 105 degrees. My immediate thoughts were to get her in a bathtub of cold water and call the doctor.

I let her sit in the bathtub as the water ran and I called the doctor's office. They, of course, were at lunch and would not monitor the voicemail for another 2 hours - when they opened back up! I left a message and focused on cooling her down.

I managed to get the fever down into the 102 range before she went down for her full nap. Please remind me the next time to just go straight to the Motrin. Tylenol does NOTHING for this girl.

Her fever continued to decrease through the afternoon and then we had a doctor's appointment later on. I think that doctor's appointment was definitely the worst part of the day for Jayla.

By the time we left the doctor's office, she'd had blood drawn from both of her arms, her finger pricked, been catheterized, and had a shot of antibiotices in her thigh. She faught everything tooth and nail. I was very proud of her for fighting back when she perceived that someone was hurting her. But, really, I'm so glad that her daddy was there to hold her down. It freed me up to cry in the corner as they poked and prodded by baby.

So, she either started feeling better from the shot or the threat of having to ever go back to that dreading doctor's office...