101.8 F. That was her temperature at 5:00am.
This may not seem high in the grand scheme of life, and I know that it really is not. But when your husband comes rushing into the bedroom with a naked, squirming baby, and screams, "she's freaking burning up!!!" you tend to take notice.
I reached out for my little wriggling bundle, and indeed, she was quite warm. And naked. "Why, again, the nakedness?" I asked. "Because!!! She's freaking on fire!!!"
Ahh, yes. The fire. I see, now.
So I held her, and we administered Tylenol, of the cherry variety. This required me holding down her arms, and her head against my chest, whilst she wriggled and squirmed and tried with all her might to turn to goo in our sheets. Of course, half of the Tylenol went all over her face, and my hands. Because even though they say it's "Cherry flavored," it in fact tastes like some kind of diseased rabid cherry left in the field to die, covered in filth. I know this because I've tasted it.
After the Tylenol wrestling match, we had to get the mucus. The mucus that was preventing her from breathing. The mucus that had caked her entire face. This required a little more finesse. Skill that would have been found with a cup of coffee or some more sleep. But we had neither the coffee or the sleep. Just the little green snot monster from the hospital. And so it began. She screamed, and thrashed. I held her down, but not too tight, in an attempt to prevent a complete and total freak out. Bryan tried to get the mucus. After a minute, we switched. I'm much better with the green thing, this skill comes with the uterus. That and the eyes in the back of the head. And the ability to multi-task.
It's been a couple of hours, and really, nobody has slept much.
She seems to be feeling better. Her fever has finally broke, and other than some explosive poopy that required a full wardrobe change and full-body wash, she is un-phased. Bryan has gone off to work, and Evie is playing in her command center.
I'm drinking my coffee, and Mamaw is in the shower. Did I mention Mamaw, Bryan's grandmother? She flew in from Florida to visit for the week. She arrived yesterday, right about the time the baby started getting sick and the snow started falling.
I'm sure she's thrilled.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
4 comments:
don't you ever wonder if you were both drowning how long it would take for Bryan to push you out of the way to get to her? Maybe you don't wonder, you just know :) Anyway I've witnessed Bryan's so called emergencies and can actually visualize this as I was reading it. Funny!
Maddox hates the cherry flavor too, grape is the only way to go!
My kids seem to like bubble gum. But sometimes it's not the flavor, it's just the point that it's sticky and you want them to take it and it's 5am. Then she'll start pointing at it and wanting it when she has no reason for it, then spit it out again when she needs it. sweet babies...
For what it's worth, my kids really like grape motrin. After taking both of my kids to the ER within 2 days of each other (long story) and noticing that they gave motrin rather than tylenol, which I always gave them, I asked why that was. They said that motrin seems to work faster. I was still skeptical that they did not just have an agreement with the makers of motrin but when both of my kids had that nasty flu that is going around where they had a high fever for over a week, we switched to motrin after tylenol didn't bring the 104.6 fever down. After we switched it did seem like motrin worked better, but I know that everyone has different stories to support their brand. Still wanted to pass on our experience. And the kids really do like it better than tylenol, the grape flavor is really yummy! (We used to use the bubble gum tylenol, it was the best one but still not good.)
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