Oh man, what a day yesterday. We went to the hospital after Roey’s fever stayed at 102.8 and refused to respond to meds all morning/afternoon. It was our first scare. He looked so worn out, and his nose was all snotty and he threw a fit (read: fought me hard) when I tried to wipe him. He was not himself at all. He was quiet, slow, and when he tried to walk he looked like a drunken sailor staggering ashore. Most noticeably, he wouldn’t eat! This kid eats every and anything, so I knew something was up.
We took him in and they gave him motrin after a very unfortunate rectal temperature check.(um, it’s 2013, can we find a better way please?!) and gave him chest Xrays after the longest chest stethescoping session ever. She literally was listening to him breathe for like 76 days, while he squirmed and looked at me like “MAMAAAA SAVE MEEEE”
The chest Xray showed some stuff in his lungs and they said he had bronchiopneumonia, and gave us scripts for him, and told me what to do and watch out for like: fever not responding, breathing from tummy not chest, walking like a drunken sailor, vomiting for days, no pee, no snot, and…. no tears.
Fast forward to 5:00 this morning…I wake up and he’s crying. NO TEARS. I was like OMG we have to take him to the hospital. But then I remember that the child is an academy award winning actor and will just yellcry until I get him sans tears all the time.
So I truly (and if you repeat this I will deny deny deny) sat petrified at his crib side, watching him yellcry at me pondering if maybe I should pinch him or flick him or something to see if real tears come.
I was weighing the pros and cons like, well, if no tears come then he’s truly dehydrated and we MUST go to the hospital so I’d really be saving his life by pinching him. Buuutt….if he’s just fake yellcrying and tears come then I’ll scar him for life, leading him to never trust me or other women again in the future and have difficulty forming relationships with others.
(yes. I seriously went there.)
Oh what to do what to do.
I decided to hold off on hurting the baby and checked his diaper to see if he’d peed recently. He had peed, but his diaper was 100% dry (oh, sidebar: Parent’s choice Overnight Diapers from Walmart are GREAT!) so I couldn’t tell how long ago he had done it.
We nursed, and he took both breasts, then I offered him his sippy cup of water and he drank a little of that too. I noticed snot and some drool afterward so I figured I didn’t need to pinch the child. His fever is much lower this morning so I’m going to keep monitoring him and offering him milk and his water since he’s on a hunger strike.
This was our first scary sick baby thing. I hope these types of days are veeery few and far between.