48 Hour Scare

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We had a little drama this week. On Monday evening, we noticed that Nolan wasn’t eating as much – he usually nurses for about 20 minutes or drinks 4 ounces, and since he was eating about half of this amount each feeding, we knew something was up. By 2am we noticed a low-grade fever. By 8am, I was standing in line at the pediatrician’s office waiting to be seen by our doctor. By 8:45am his fever was 98.6 so we were told to go home and carefully monitor him.

By noon, I could tell his fever was back.  His forehead felt really warm. Ryan came home from work and bought us an old school thermometer because doc’s orders were, “You have to take his temperature in the rectum to get the best results.” I groaned, “Aren’t the forehead thermometers just as accurate.” It was a $60 thermometer, after all. Turns out the answer is, “At his age, you have to take it in the rectum.” Insert panic on my part here. I made Ryan do it. I just can’t stick that thing up there, it doesn’t seem right.

Sure enough, his temperature had spiked to 100.7. By 1pm, I was standing in line at the Cardon Children’s Hospital with Nolan in my arms, waiting to be seen. By 2pm, Nolan had been admitted to the hospital and received a spinal tap, blood work, IV and catheter to help determine if this was just a nasty virus or a bacteria infection.

By 3pm, I was told that Nolan had to stay in the hospital for 48 hours until all test results were back. I wasn’t going anywhere so I looked at Nolan, kissed his sweet face and – through some tears of my own – said, “Alright, buddy. You ready for a 2 day sleepover?” It was about this time that I realized I had not showered that day and had no overnight belongings. Lovely.

By 4pm on Tuesday, we were settled into our hospital room and that is where we stayed until noon on Thursday. I am so grateful we were in such great care, because on Tuesday night his fever spiked to 103. Talk about panic on my end. However the nurses were as calm as could be. They had it all taken care of. In fact, they were always two steps ahead of me.

Baby Nolan was given antibiotics, fluids and he was nursing – he was also stuck cradled in my arms (I was not about to let go for one second!) so to say he was in great, loving care, was an understatement. Turns out, the fever broke on Wednesday at 10:30am and we were allowed to go home 24 hours later. All of the test results searching for an infection came back negative. Praise Jesus.

I thanked God for taking care of him. I cried. I did a little dance. We were able to go home! Now, Nolan is healthy, happy and has returned to his normal self. It was just some horrible virus that he had to kick. I learned a lot over these past few days. I learned how great nurses are. How wonderful my husband and family is. And how strong a bond is between a mother and child.

Now … where were we. Ah yes, that shower. Let’s go get to it.

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The Wellness Hat: Dentist Drama

On my lunch hour today, I’m going to the dentist to fill a cavity. I’m freaking out over the anticipated pain of the shot-to-the-mouth. (Did I mention that my accountant husband has zero cavities! How is that even possible?)

Anyway, I’m going very soon and I’m scared. Like, little baby scared. I keep telling myself … “I gave birth to a 9lb kid” – so, this should be a piece of cake. Right?