Dateline: Lexington
Today at 4:10, Iain had a fever spike to 103.5. And this was with the Motrin. So I called up our doctor's office.
And let me just take this opportunity to thank Iain for having his little hot flash during business hours. Thank you, son.
Anyway. We drove over there, where they took it again (No one trusts The Mom!) (103.2 on the Forehead-ometer, so there), dosed him with Tylenol, and checked him out. Our regular doctor is on vacation, so we saw his partner, who thinks that the ER doc got the diagnosis a little wrong. Not bacterial pneumonia, but instead a virus in Iain's throat that has gotten down a bit into the lung parts nearest the sternum.
The implications of his disease being viral are, of course, that antibiotics are not going to cure it. This is actually a relief, because it explains why, after 24 hours on antibiotics intended to last only 3 days, he was still super-feverish and so miserable. Nevertheless, the doctor prescribed a new set of antibiotics (same medicine but in a more concentrated form and for more days), plus an alternating fever-medicine regimen (Tylenol, three hours later Motrin, three hours after that, Tylenol. Rinse, repeat).
He also broke the sad news that Iain is going to have a fever all weekend, be a pill, refuse to eat, and generally feel like poo. Awesome.
Did I mention that when he was screaming earlier I think I saw a second tooth coming in? This one's a lower incisor. I couldn't verify, but I think it must be so because THAT WOULD BE THE ICING ON THE CAKE.
Of course, I'm taking good care of Mommy, too. For example, I went to Liquor Barn and bought a bar of white chocolate. See? I could be a doctor.
Today at 4:10, Iain had a fever spike to 103.5. And this was with the Motrin. So I called up our doctor's office.
And let me just take this opportunity to thank Iain for having his little hot flash during business hours. Thank you, son.
Anyway. We drove over there, where they took it again (No one trusts The Mom!) (103.2 on the Forehead-ometer, so there), dosed him with Tylenol, and checked him out. Our regular doctor is on vacation, so we saw his partner, who thinks that the ER doc got the diagnosis a little wrong. Not bacterial pneumonia, but instead a virus in Iain's throat that has gotten down a bit into the lung parts nearest the sternum.
The implications of his disease being viral are, of course, that antibiotics are not going to cure it. This is actually a relief, because it explains why, after 24 hours on antibiotics intended to last only 3 days, he was still super-feverish and so miserable. Nevertheless, the doctor prescribed a new set of antibiotics (same medicine but in a more concentrated form and for more days), plus an alternating fever-medicine regimen (Tylenol, three hours later Motrin, three hours after that, Tylenol. Rinse, repeat).
He also broke the sad news that Iain is going to have a fever all weekend, be a pill, refuse to eat, and generally feel like poo. Awesome.
Did I mention that when he was screaming earlier I think I saw a second tooth coming in? This one's a lower incisor. I couldn't verify, but I think it must be so because THAT WOULD BE THE ICING ON THE CAKE.
Of course, I'm taking good care of Mommy, too. For example, I went to Liquor Barn and bought a bar of white chocolate. See? I could be a doctor.
3 comments:
Hang in there, sweetie...the white chocolate is definitely well-deserved! I really hope Iain gets to feeling better soon!
On a completely unrelated note, I saw Julie & Julia last night and thought of you...loved it, BTW. If you haven't seen it yet, once the little man is feeling better you've got to go check it out! :)
BTW, I told Ricky about it, and he was asking if Iain was too young to get an anti-viral medication? He thought you might want to bug the doctor about that...he's actually pretty worried about Iain with the high temps he's been running!
Well, doctor does not seem concerned at this point. I think it's a fairly common virus that he sees a lot. He was totally relaxed today and the ER doc was relaxed last night, too.
But it freaked me out!
I think it might be too late for anti-viral, too. Anyway, tell Ricky that if he's not careful I'm going to make him come out here and be Iain's advocate. I'll go eat some white chocolate and try to chill.
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