Owen did it again with the scary illness. This child doesn’t just get the usual colds or runny noses, he gets full on emergencies that send us straight to the hospital. Just like his Mama, unfortunately. Most of my life I was super healthy, but when I got sick, I would always have some weird combination of illnesses that made me super duper sick and often a medical mystery with conflicting symptoms since so many elements were at work at once. I’m sorry to say that it looks like Owen is following in my footsteps. Oh joy.
We did NOT end up at the hospital yesterday, thankfully. As I said yesterday, Owen was sent home from daycare before I even left the parking lot in the morning. On our walk home I called the doctor and explained his symptoms (general fussiness and less-than-stellar sleeping, but nothing really to speak of except the fever). In the early afternoon we headed to the doctor’s office and Owen was feeling pretty warm to me. I had given him Ibuprofen earlier in the day to bring down his temp, but he was still like a little heater. The nurse took his temp when we arrived and instead of calmly reading back the number to me, she gasped – audibly – and then said, “Oh my goodness. 105.3!”.
I took a deep breath.
Ok. I’ve never seen a temp that high, but the little trooper was laughing and giggling and although he was a bit melancholy and clingy compared to his normal rambunctious self, he was still in REALLY good spirits. As usual. Which is what makes it so darn hard for me to know that he’s sick. (Remember how happy he was the time we had to go to the hospital?). I have to admit, at that moment, all I could think about what how glad I was that I was the one at the doctor’s office with Owen and not Benjamin. Benjamin would have been a wreck. He’s not exactly the coolest cucumber in a medical situation. I am all business in times like that, for better or for worse.
The nurse gave Owen some Tylenol (stat!) and the doctor came in very soon after. We went through the normal questions and nothing popped up as a red flag. The doctor looked him over, poked and prodded, checked ears (clear!), mouth, hands/feet. I asked him to check his ears again, since they are generally the issue, and he pronounced them clear again. That’s the good news and bad news. Apparently the child is perfectly healthy. You know, except for the super duper fever.
We discussed what could possibly cause a fever like this, but what it really came down to is that all of these other (serious) illnesses were characterized by a fever in conjunction with other symptoms. And Owen doesn’t have a single other symptom except for a slight runny nose. There wasn’t a thing we could do for him other than to manage his fever and keep him comfortable.
Just to cover all of his bases, the doc ordered up a chest xray to make sure we weren’t seeing a symptom-less manifestation of pneumonia, since Owen may be prone to that since he had it a few months ago and suffers from asthmatic breathing when he’s sick. Just like last time, Owen and I both cried through the whole thing. I may be a calm, stoic Mama in times of crisis, but I kind of lose it when I’m standing there holding Owen’s arms against his head while he’s stuck in a weird machine and he’s bawling and I can’t hold him. It slices into my heart. I become a blubbering mess. I was trying to sing “The Wheels on the Bus” but all I was doing was sobbing. Once that fun was over, we went back up to see the doc again. Xray was clear.
He sent us home with nothing but a pat on the back.
So now we’re watching the fever and keeping a close eye on any other symptoms that pop up. I just got an email from daycare saying that someone came down with chicken pox, but I don’t think that is related to Owen’s surprise illness because he’s been vaccinated and doesn’t have any spots. My little medical mystery. The good news is that aside from being somewhat whiny and unsatisfied with whatever I’m giving him (you want food? no. you want water? no. milk? no. to play with mama’s phone? yes… no. take a walk? no. climb on the dog? yes… no.), he’s pretty happy. He’s eating, drinking, peeing, pooping, all that good stuff. So I think he’s just really busy fighting some virus and he’ll be back to his jolly little self in a few days. Fingers crossed.
What’s the highest temp you have seen? Are you the person who is good in a crisis or is your partner? I feel like usually there’s one person who is calm in situations like that, and one person who is kind of a mess.