…i spent mine in and out of hospital with Noah.
I took these photos of him on friday. He had been a little grizzly the day before and also very tired (he slept for 4 hours in the middle of the day). It had taken me ages to get him to settle Thursday night and i had actually phone the nurse-on-call line to ask about his temperature and how high it should be before i get worried. I eventually got him to sleep but he fussed around a lot during the night. When he woke up in the morning he had felt very warm still so i booked him in to see the doctor. She said that his throat was very red and that he probably had an infection, so she gave some antibiotics. By Friday lunch time he had developed quite a high temperature (38.2). Nothing too bad, but enough to make him grizzly. By 4pm his temp had risen to 39.1 and he was very lethargic and he had also begun to have the shakes. He had hardly eaten anything or had much to drink for the past 48 hrs. He was crying and fussing and really upset, it appeared as though he was in pain, so i packed the kids up, dropped the big two off at grandmas and took him down to the emergency room.
They admitted him right away as hs temp was still up around 39. I had been giving him Nurophen (ibiprofen) for the last few days but it didn’t seem to have much effect. They assessed him and at first couldn’t really tell what was going on. They could see he had a sore throat and his temperature was up high, but i think to begin with they thought i was probably overreacting a bit. They gave him some panadol and nurophen and he perked up again. I then spent 2 hours trying to get him to pee in a cup so they could rule out a UTI (that was fun). I managed to catch some, while also getting covered myself. I was not in a good mood by then as you can imagine.
They then sent me home saying come back the next day to see the pediatrician again.
Well that wasn’t such a good idea. He screamed and cried and fussed the whole night. I think i managed about 2 hrs uninterrupted sleep the whole night. Thankfully the big two spent the night at grandma’s so they didn’t need to be woken. He was still not wanting to eat or drink. In the morning i took him back to hospital to meet with the pediatrician again. By the time the pediatric doctor got around to seeing him, and he looked in his throat and noticed immediately that it was covered in ulcers. All down his throat and on his tonsils. I explained what had happened that night and he said that it would be best if we spent the whole day in hospital so they could monitor him. He said that would explain why he was upset, because it would be causing the mother of all sore throats. And also why he was not interested in food or drink of any kind. So they gave him several pain killers and also a numbing local anesthetic type drug that stopped the pain long enough for him to drink and have something to eat. We ended up being there all day. He went through phases when the drugs kicked in of being my normally happy little boy to phases of inconsolable screaming when the pain started again.
But we managed to get him on a schedule of panadol, then nurophen, then xylocane all spaced out which seemed to keep him happy the longest. He even started eating and drinking again. Thankfully because of this he managed to avoid having a drip or blood tests done, which was the next step if he wasn’t going to respond. They gave me the option of spending the night in hospital or taking him home. I decided that since they weren’t doing anything different to what i could do myself at home, i decided to try and stick it out at home.
Last night was a better night. He slept with me and although it did take 2.5 hours of screaming before he went to sleep, once asleep he didn’t wake up until 4, had a full bottle (first time in days) then went back to sleep again until 8. So it was a much better night in comparison. He is still very smoochy, he just wants to be held constantly. My back and arm muscles are aching from carrying him around for three days. But i think he is starting to be on the mend. Unfortunately he will not start to loose the sore throat for a few more days, and even more unfortunate is that i can feel myself starting to come down with a sore throat now too…i’m hoping it’s just some weird subconscious psychological sympathy thing and not an actual infection.
So there. Excitement plus over here in the Bremner house.
Before all this drama started, i finished another painting that i have just listed on etsy. They quote i had used ended up being quite appropriate in the end, i had to remember it several times while walking around the house holding a screaming writhing baby who refused to calm down. It was either think happy thoughts or throw him out the window. Maybe it can motivate some other poor desperate mother out there.
(note: needless to say that of course i would never throw my child out of the window, so you can put down the phone and stop looking for the number to call DOCS :p )