So it has been an interesting
few days. On Thursday, Eva woke up with
a bit more heat on her body than normal but she had her therapy session and was
very attentive. After our therapist
left, I checked her temperature and it was 102.2. I gave her the standard dose of both
ibuprofen and Tylenol and continued every four hours alternating. I could not get this fever under 102. When she woke from her nap it was 103.9. The strange thing was that there were no
other symptoms and luckily we did not have a seizure. She did not eat but did manage to drink
fluids. I felt bound to stay up with her
as long as I could but we did an alarm for 130.
When I felt her head and took her temperature on her forehead, it read
105.7. I can not recall her having a
fever that high and had that split second thought to Google how high body temperatures
can peek. But the thought went away and
my instincts I quickly got her out of bed.
I then got some cold washcloths, the other thermometer, both medicines,
and two cups of water for both of us. I
put her movie Nemo on and we sat on the couch, diaper only with cold washcloths
in her fold of her skin holding her Sippy filled with ice and a splash of
water. She was completely out of it. We
were very fortunate that we did not have to go through a seizure. I stayed up
with her until her fever was down to at least 102 and then at eight I called
the doctor. Our peds sent her to the lab
for an influenza swab test which unfortunately came out positive. The doctor said she could continue her fever
for up to five days and catch other common cold symptoms as well. In the afternoon, she was literally laying on
the carpet in one spot for over 8 hours in and out of consciousness. It was needless to say a little scary. We decided to set up the playpen in our room
for her to sleep there. We checked on her
at four and was not feverish. At eight
in the morning, I heard ‘mama, mama, mama’ right next to me. I could see a silhouette of her standing with
an orange glow behind her. The sunrise
was gorgeous and seeing her standing in that playpen was a glimpse of
hope. I got her out and she wanted to
walk. I let her follow me into the
kitchen making her hold my finger for balance just in case. After I got her a drink, she sat with me on
the couch. After her drink was gone, she
got down, retrieved her favorite 100 Words book, and we read. She then signed that she wanted to eat. I was not only surprised but absolutely
thrilled. I got her a small bowl of
cheerios and she ate it all. I checked
her temp and it was a bold 98.9. After
an hour, the living room was back to our normal; books and toys laying all over the
floor; Nemo for background noise; pillows and blocks stacked in their normal positions; Dora doll driving the Tikes car; It was like she just needed a day to be
seriously sick and now she is just tethering back to wellness. What a relief.
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