Boy, there is nothing like a sick child to put a person into panic mode...or at least put ME into panic mode.
Auntie K and I took Zach to the park this morning and played on the playground, then waded in the river a bit (pics upcoming), then headed to Costco. We thought Z felt warm when we changed his diaper at the park, but didn't think too much of it--since the weather has been warming back up.
Went to Costco, and he was pretty lethargic (should have been a clue to me that something was wrong...mommy radar on the blink today, I guess)--laying down in the cart--this from the kid who always wants to push the cart!
When we got home, he still felt quite warm so I took his temp (102.1), gave him Tylenol, and put him down for his nap. Three hours later, his fever was worse (102.6) then 104.5 then 104.8. He was so hot to the touch, it was unbelievable. Finally, Chris got home from work, and I was overtaken with panic and started tearing up--esp when Z started vomiting. We thought we were headed to the ER for sure...but once we composed ourselves and called the local hospital nurseline, we realized that we didn't need to make the trip. Yet. If his fever or vomiting sticks around for 24 hours, he will need to be seen, I guess.
So, the poor little monkey is down for the nite with a good dose of ibuprofen to help the tylenol bring that fever down (102.5), and we'll hope he's feeling more like himself in the morning.
