Today My Baby is Sick

I knew it couldn't happen. Not in my family. There was no way on Earth we could pull it off. Unfortunately I was right. We only made it three days of school before the inevitable. One of the boys got sick.

It all started last night around 6:30 when Korbin started crying that his legs hurt and he couldn't walk. I carried him from the bathroom to my bed and laid with him for a few minutes. He fell asleep. I thought at first that maybe, just maybe kindergarten was very tiring for a little boy who has never been in school all day long before.

I was wrong. He woke up crying at 8 so I borrowed a thermometer and it told me his temperature was 104.9! Wait just a minute that can't be right! I stripped him down, took away my heavy blanket in exchange for a sheet. I checked it again a few minutes later... 104.2! UGH! Motrin to the rescue! We got it down to around 100.5 I believe before he and I went to bed for the night around 11. He slept all night long without any problems.

We took Tayton to school and then came home and he slept till around 11.

When he woke up and I took his temperature again it was 104 under his arm. I called the appointment line but of course there were no appointments. I called the urgent care clinic in town but get this...they were all in a meeting! Yep there was no one except the answering service lady who couldn't do anything but take messages! They would not be back until 2pm. I was mad!

I decided he needed to go to the ER. OH and I almost forgot. I had called the school to ask the nurse to check Tate to make sure he was feeling okay at 11:30. She called said he was fine. Then about ten minutes later she called back. I guess Tayton fell, well tipped out of his chair and hit his little head really hard. She assured me he was fine. I told her about Korbin and she confirmed that he needed to go to ER.


Blah blah blah anyhow after lots of talk about tick bites, meningitis, and bronchitis they determined that he should have a chest xray, and IV line put in to draw blood and in case he needed meds or IV fluid and a urinalysis. After all this they decided they don't know whats wrong. They sent us home with Motrin and an appointment tomorrow to follow with hopes of some other clue surfacing.

Aside from the doctor stinking like cigarette smoke and speaking kinda weird I felt that they were thorough and took good care of him. They loved the "mohog" and he didn't even cry during the IV but he sure wanted it out! He kept saying take it out take it out! Oh and when the dr used the tongue depressor to hold down his tongue Korbin grabbed his hand to pull it back out! Silly kid! He ate dinner and now he's playing. I'm sure it wont last long but it's nice that he's kinda feeling okay.