I know that compared to many kids, Caroline has not had many illnesses. Maybe that is why I still feel so lost when she is sick. I doubt it, though. I think that you never get used to your baby being sick — no matter how old that baby is or how many times she has been sick. Right now, we’re battling Caroline’s second fever in 2.75 years. The first came on right after a morning playgroup. I called and got a dr. appt. immediately, and he couldn’t find anything wrong and wrote it off as teething. That was, oh, right about two years ago, I think!
Motrin seems to be a miracle drug — for five hours. Then the lethargy and fever, 102+, return. Early this morning, Caroline told us she spun around too much and hurt her head. I guess that translates to dizziness and headache. She doesn’t complain of pain anymore, but the fever is still around, and she is not herself by any means! She’s heard me describe her symptoms numerous times today to friends and family via phone. And I’ve offered her a cool washcloth for her head a few times. This evening, she told me that she needed to go to the doctor tomorrow. And she said, “I need a washcloth for my head. I sick.” (But when I brought a wet washcloth, she balked. “NO! DRY!!”)
I am not prepared for her to have to have her first dose of antibiotics, yet!! She’s not even three years old! Her little body doesn’t need to start down that path just yet. I sure miss that dried up human milk supply that served us so well, so incredibly, for two plus years!!
She really isn’t complaining much. Just resting and sleeping a lot with that high fever. That’s what her body is supposed to do, right? The fever fights off the infection, and the sleep and rest repair her little system.
Get well, big, baby girl!