Last night my little Boo had a high fever. For the first time, I panicked. I took his temperature more than 5 times in a row to make sure the thermometer was correct. I googled fevers, and when I should call the doctor (which when a child is 6-12 mo’s is when a fever reaches 103. However, Boo is JUST 6 mo’s and it says children 3-6 mo’s if the fever is over 101 you should call the doctor… His fever was 101.5). Then I ended up finding all the things correlated with fevers – i.e. pneumonia, bronchitis, deadly diseases, etc. As you would guess, I started freaking out.
Since it was Christmas night, and I’ve never called our pediatrician after hours, (I didn’t want to be ‘that parent’ especially on Christmas) I gave Boo the recommended dose of Tylenol in hopes that it would start to bring the fever down. I then proceeded to strip him down to his diaper and lay a cold wet cloth across his forehead. He was absolutely wiped. He just lay in my arms hacking and wheezing. I’ve never seen him so helpless. I kept thinking, please don’t puke, please don’t puke.
About an hour and a half later his fever started dropping. About three hours later it had gone from 101.5 to 99.9. Needless to say, I felt a huge burden lift off of me. All he wanted last night was mommy. So, he slept in our bed, waking every hour it seems.
This Christmas I am grateful that God has blessed my family with a warm house to live in, a full medicine cabinet, and a doctor just a phone call away. Why me? Why am I so lucky when there are so many other people in the world who are not? This is the question that eats away at me today.