Last week Zoey was running an on-and-off fever. She was very clingy and very moody. I just assumed it was teething related. She was cutting a molar and with that came lots of drool and a fever...so I thought. Apparently, a fever over 101 is not teething. I now know that it's a sign that there is a virus or an infection.
Dave was at a Robotics competition all day Saturday and Zoey and I hung out at the house. She never left my side for more than a few seconds before she would return to my arms for hugs and cuddles. If she even thought I was leaving the area, she broke down into uncontrollable sobs. She was still napping very well and her appetite was unchanged. She was not sleeping well at night and she was drinking more water than usual but other than that, she seemed ok.
After Dave got home Saturday evening, the three of us ate dinner and played and everything was great. Dave read to Zoey and put her to bed and she fell asleep with no trouble at all. Two hours later she started to whimper. I went in to check on her and she was burning up and asking for water. Dave helped me take her temp rectally and it registered 104.9. YIKES!!! We've been so blessed with Zoey's health...we have no experience with fevers. We gave her some Tylenol and called the on-call nurse at our pediatrician's office. The nurse checked with the on-call doctor and asked us to bring Zoey in. So at 10pm on Saturday night we were headed to the place where no one wants to ever have to bring their baby. The Emergency Room.
The ER nurse checked Zoey's temp and, thankfully, the Tylenol had lowered it to 102. She was given a dose of Motrin and we went back to the waiting room to wait to see the doctor. So, what was it like having a 14-month-old in the waiting room at 11:30pm? Absolutely fine. She was perfect. There were a couple of times I looked over at Dave and asked him to remind me why we were here. She was playing, eating cheerios, chatting and reading books. She had cooled down completely. She kept waving bye-bye to anyone and everyone she saw and she kept doing the sign for all done. I think she was ready to leave.
The doctor saw her at midnight and he diagnosed her with a double ear infection. My poor baby. He wrote us a prescription for an antibiotic and a decongestant and sent us on our way. After stopping by CVS to get the scripts filled, we headed home. Zoey was in bed by 1:30am and Dave and I were right behind her.
As we were driving home on University Drive, Dave mentioned how strange it was for so many people to be out on the road at this hour. Then we remembered that 1:30am on a Saturday used to be no big deal for either of us.
We are definitely not in college anymore.
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