So, Brigid woke up a little warm on Sunday morning. But she always wakes up a little warm, because she is a sweet and snuggly little baby, and that's how they wake up. So, I didn't think much of it.
Then, she kind of refused to eat for most of the day. And I started to get a little nervous.
And when I went to get her undressed for dinner (Because, yes, my kid eats dinner naked. It's self-preservation, really...I can only handle so many items of stained clothing, after all.), she felt even warmer than she had earlier in the day. So I took her temperature, under her arm of course, because I was not about to subject her to a thermometer in any of the more recommended places, if I didn't have to. And it came back a little high at 99.4. And after fighting her way through a couple of bites of dinner, Steve took her temperature a second time, and it came in a little over 100.
So, we broke out the big guns, and took the thermometer to places we didn't want to have to take it. And Brigid was not pleased.
Not that I blame her. At ALL.
It came in somewhere over 101, and the freak out officially began. I twittered, I googled, I considered calling the pediatrician.
And Brigid looked at me like I was an idiot, as she ran naked and giggling around her bedroom.
So we gave her some Publix-brand-Tylenol-substitute, put her down in some short-sleeved pjs, and kissed her good night. I asked Steve to check on her before we went to bed. I considered waking her up to recheck her temperature and give her more medicine. I thought about taking her sleep sack off of her.
Steve checked on her and said she was sound asleep. He said that I was maybe overreacting, and that Brigid was probably fine. He said he'd take her to the pediatrician in the morning if she still had a fever.
He called me the next morning after Brigid woke up, and she was fine. He took her temperature periodically throughout the day, just to be sure (to the point that when he pulled out the thermometer before her bath last night, she ran from him with a look of panic on her face), and it was fine. She ate like a champ. She went to the car dealership with him. She admired the vroom vrooms, and made jokes in the car on the way home.
Moral of the story? I am crazy.
And Brigid is going to hate me when she gets older.
You're not crazy! Kids will run a temp with any little thing. But it can be scary. My son had RSV just before his 1st bday & he had a temp of 105. I was a raging lunatic that day. But it all turned out OK. Being a nurse doesn't actually help me, it makes me more crazy because I always feel like I know too much. It sounds like you did all the right things though. Good work!
ReplyDeleteLaurie - Thanks for the sweet support.
ReplyDeleteThe worst is when you know you're overreacting, and there is just nothing you can do to stop yourself :)