Last night, around 3 am, we went to the emergency room with Maggie. It was quite a monumental occasion, our first middle-of-the-night visit to the ER with a sick, feverish child. Not really something I was particularly looking forward to, but a milestone nonetheless.
She started with a fever on Friday and it continued off and on all through Saturday and Sunday. It hovered around 100 or 101, which, according to all of The Books and The Internet, is not high enough in a 10-month-old to warrant a call to the doctor (103 is the magic number, apparently) That doesn’t mean I didn’t second-guess myself 8,923 times this weekend. Because I totally did. And still am. And probably will forever and ever, Amen, now that I’m A Mom.
There was very very little sleep for all of us for several days in a row. (Not to mention the entire week before where she was up at least 2 times each night with a runny/stuffy nose and a cough) So last night at 7:30 when Maggie went to bed, I decided that I would go to sleep early as well. So by 9, I was in bed. By 9:30, we were up with a screaming baby with a fever. And this time, it was approaching the 103 degree mark. We gave her some Motrin and after an hour, it had gone down to 101 and she was feeling much cooler to the touch. She was still fussing and crying, and eventually passed out on me at midnight. I climbed into bed exhausted, hoping to get at least a few hours of sleep before she woke again.
Forty-five minutes later, she was screaming, which was bad. But she wasn’t hot, which was good. However the screaming continued for another 2 hours, with 10 or 15 minutes breaks here and there, and eventually we decided that we needed to do SOMETHING. Maggie doesn’t scream for no reason, she never has, and it was starting to get scary. When we called the poor doctor at 2am and explained the whole situation, she told us to go ahead to the ER. So we packed up and headed out.
Turns out she has an ear infection. Not a bad one, and possibly just the start of one. We were home by 4:30am and all asleep by 5. Up again at 8. Poor Dan was going to work at home today but got called in for Important Stuff That Apparently Cannot Wait Until Tomorrow (needless to say, he was not happy, given that he only got 3 hours of sleep) I took Maggie to her regular doctor this morning to get a double check on her ears, because I didn’t want to give her antibiotics if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. The doctor there agreed, and I gave her the first dose a little while ago after her nap and she’s asleep again already.
I think the hardest thing about parenting is when kids are sick. We kept getting so frustrated last night when she wouldn’t calm down, we were almost yelling at her, and then immediately feeling guilty for it because DUDE, SHE’S SICK. It’s not like she can help it. But at 2am after 4 hours of almost non-stop screaming and over a week without a good night’s rest, it can really start to break down your mental and emotional strength. Just ask Dan about how I was sobbing into my baby’s head while he called the doctor. Argh.
I tried taking a nap a little while ago, but I think I’m too tired to sleep. Plus, my nose is still congested and my throat is a little sore from my cold which makes sleeping fun. We were so wired last night at 3:30 in the morning, we weren’t even tired at the ER. Having a sick kid is scary and miserable and sad and so not fun. We want our happy baby back!