No, not the tv show. We made our first trip to the hospital last night with little boy at about 10:00 pm. I really thought my days of visiting that section of the hospital at that time of night had passed by when I left my job at Rape Crisis. I've always felt strange being in a hospital at that time of night. Even stranger are the other people in a hospital at that time of night. But I guess I can't judge them anymore since we were one of the strangers.
Aedan was running a high temp all day Sunday. We took him to see the doctor Sunday morning to be told he had a virus of some sort and to treat him with Motrin or Tylenol. Ok, we can do that. All day long he was a sad little boy, clingling tightly and looking so sad with dark circles under his eyes.
At about 9pm after trying to get him to go to sleep he was so hot that it felt like his touch might burn us. We took his temperature again and it was a whopping 105.3! Time to call the doctor who then called us back and sent us to the ER.
Pat let Aedan and I off at the front door while he parked the car. We sat down and a weird looking guy looked right at me and said, "Does he have diarrhea?" What? No. Not hello. Not hi. A question about diarrhea! Do I know you? Then he said, "well there's a nasty virus going around." Ok thanks, weird guy in the ER!
So then we checked in. The nurse who "helped" us acted like she couldn't be bothered. Aedan was screaming. The bitchy nurse asked a few questions, told us to go sit down and left. Thanks. urgg!
When we finally saw the doctor Aedan's temperature had gone down quite a bit to 102. He's got an upper respiratory virus. Again, there's nothing that can be done for it except Tylenol and Motrin around the clock to keep his fever down which will then keep his head from exploding. It's an awful feeling knowing that we can't do anything to "fix" him. I guess the only good thing about the visit last night was that it didn't really take too long and the doctor on-call was pretty nice.
After a night of no sleep for Pat, Aedan and I, he's now peacefully spooning Pat on the couch trying to make up for some lost zzz's. So cute.
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Poor little guy! So sorry!
so, i was there last weekend, you this weekend. i'm pretty certain at some point we'll end up there at the same time. at least we'll have each other for company to protect us from the weirdo ER night-ers.
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that stinks. I hope he is better this morning. Poor little man.
Poor little boy! Sick or not, he can now say 'flower' and 'again' and again, and again. Those chimes really do hurt your ears, again, and again, and again!
Is he ok now?
temperature is finally back down to normal and he's acting silly and wild again. He was awake for a total of about 4 hours yesterday. Catching up on some much needed sleep.
I would have freaked with the 105 temp. I didn't know it could get that high. I am glad he is on the mend. There's nothing worse than a sick babe.
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