One Hundred and Four. No – that is not the new Disney Dalmatian movie; it is the number I saw on the ear thermometer after taking my daughter’s temperature yesterday. This would be AFTER I took her to doctor’s office that morning to have her chin looked at. AFTER hanging out at the Dentist for nearly an hour waiting around during my mom’s appointment. AFTER gymnastics class – where she did say she was chilly, but everyone was shivering in the big, cold space, so I didn’t think anything of it. AFTER we finally got home and she started whining that her legs hurt. AFTER she fell asleep on my bed (and this little one never voluntarily lies down and takes a nap anymore). AFTER this Zen Mama Wannabe finally put it together that something was wrong, felt her head and immediately took her temperature. 104 and rising. Like Tom Cruise’s character says in the movie A Few Good Men, “And the hits just keep on coming.”
I immediately called the pediatrician’s office. Yes – the same one my husband wanted to abandon the night before. Also the same one that had us come in the next morning first thing to look at her chin. The one that saw us right away and said the gash could probably use a stitch or two, but they would have to send us either to the hospital or a plastic surgeon’s office. And there was a chance they would just decide to tape it together with those sterile-strips. Either way, there would be a scar – and either way it should heal just fine. We opted for the sterile-strips put on then and there in the doctor’s office. I was feeling pretty good about the whole thing.
Now, just 6 hours later, I was back to being concerned. 104+ was the highest temperature she has ever had. We are the healthy people. We don’t get sick (or not very often). “Weren’t you just in here this morning?” they asked me. Yep – we’re the chin people. You don’t know us very well because we never get sick and have to come in. But here I am calling you twice in one day. Just a coincidence?? Except I don’t believe in coincidence. Could this be related to her chin in some way? It made sense to me. (My husband calls that “making up science” and apparently I’m quite good at it).
The word from the pediatrician's office: not related – probably just a virus. We could come in and have the doctor look at her (again!) but they are probably going to say take some Tylenol, drink fluids and rest. I don’t need to pay another $30 co-pay for that.
So here we are at home. Activities and plans now having to be canceled. (And as Murphy's Law would dictate, we have a lot of them - including a birthday party on Saturday which she has been counting down the days until!) Waiting to see what her high fever is trying to tell us – you know, what is coming next? (When I called her preschool to tell them she wouldn’t be coming today, they mentioned that strep throat AND scarlet fever are going around. Terrific. What else ya got for me?)
Yep, the hits just keep on coming. Or when it rains, it pours. Or...if it’s not one thing, it’s another. (Can you think of any others?)
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