So for this day, you get three glimpses into our silly world!
No, not the kids!
My sister is living in Australia for the next year or so and sent some fun little cut outs for the kids to put together.
More specifically the “no other symptoms but my kid is burning up” fevers.
These are my kids favourite kind and the fevers that keep me up for nights on end and leave me feeling helpless, alone and most importantly that our health care professionals really don’t have a clue.
My little bear is in the middle of one of these mysterious, no specific cause, just let it run its course fevers right now.
It started yesterday morning (yes, Happy Mother’s Day to Me) and is still continuing.
Let me fill you in on the pattern….
My fiercely independent bear becomes overly clingy and seems uncharacteristically warm. I grab a thermometer and discover yes, at 101.6 my suspicions are correct. I dose her in both Tylenol AND Advil measuring for her weight and not for her age (tired of being accused by all-knowing Docs that I must be under dosing). And wait. Now, none of my children seem to react very quickly to fever reducers. They love to keep their mother on the edge of her seat and prefer to take close to 1.5 hrs to allow that temp to come back to a level that I’m comfortable with.
So, I wait and eventually the fever reduces to a more reasonable 99.3 and I can breathe a little easier.
However, that calm is only ever shortly lived and usually, between 1/2 – 1 hr before I can safely give any more medication the fever will spike back up.
Last night my baby girl’s temperature was 102.4 and I still had 45 min before any other medication could be given. I give her cold drinks. I use cold compresses and strip her down. By the time it was closer to the proper time, my little bear was HOT (103.4). I give her all I can (medication wise) I hold her on my lap and wait very impatiently for her body to stop burning.
And this is our cycle. The same pattern every four hours (Tylenol) & six hours (Advil) for all of my kids each time.
“But why?” my husband asks. “Didn’t she just have a fever a couple of weeks ago? What was wrong then?”
Yes, it was just a couple of weeks ago (2.5 actually) but we never figured out the reason. It just “ran its course”.
“Should we take her in to see the doctor?” my husband asks. “I don’t know.” I say, knowing that there aren’t any other symptoms and most likely they’re just going to tell me it’s just a virus and again, it just needs to “run its course”.
And finally, after three days of this pattern of roller coaster temperatures and a couple of bottles of fever reducers later, I’ll take her into town to see the doctor and he/she won’t have an answer. We’ll go home and wait to see if, in the next few days we finish with our little ride or if we’ll find ourselves back in at the ER department with a very sick child on our hands.
I’m hoping this ride, like most of them, is over sooner than later because the few that we’ve experienced that are more than expected, are nothing I’d wish on any parent.
Well, today my, too smart for his own good, son learned a valuable lesson. Don’t try to fool mom with the “I’m sick. Can you please come and pick me up.” routine.
I received a phone call from his school at 2:25 pm saying he wasn’t feeling well and he didn’t feel up to finishing his day and taking the bus home.
Now at the time, I honestly thought it was feasible that he could possibly be sick. Our little bear was sick all last week and ladybug wasn’t herself today either, so I, in my ‘cleaning the house all day’ attire, made the 15 min trek to town to pick him up.
When I got there it was pretty clear that, although he maybe a little tired, he was well enough that he could have finished his day. However, by this point there was only 20 mins left of class, a 20 min recess and a 40 min bus ride home… so I brought him home.
Upon arriving home, his sickness seemed to miraculously be cured.
He could run. He could spin. He could hop around like a lunatic.
I questioned his claim.
“But I am sick, Momma. My head hurts.” was the answer I received.
No, I really don’t think you are.
And in all my motherly wisdom, I calmly (although possibly with a slightly increased volume) informed my dear son that there are consequenses for boys who cry wolf and the next time he calls home claiming to be “sick”, he’d better have some solid evidence to back up the claim otherwise he will be out of luck!
“You’ll have to be running a fever off the chart or throwing up a lung before I ever agree to bring you home early again.” were my final words.
From now on there will be no ‘get out of school free’ cards.
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.