Literally. Thursday to Sat, I was under the weather. “Feverish” with nothing showing up on the thermometer. A sore throat. A bit of a runny nose, and just feeling way way too exhausted. I took a crocin – ok a few – and thought I’d just sleep over it.
Boy, was I wrong.
Sunday, the little one caught the bug from me. It started off with him fussing and crying for no reason during his massage and bath. I thought he was just hungry and sleepy. But he refused to sleep and went on crying. The maid thought his head was a bit warm. So we just put on the fan and let him sleep.
By 1 pm, he had a fever. Thermometer didnt show anything. But he was warm and uncomfortable. I spent the next few hours rocking him and feeding him and trying to get him to sleep. By 4pm, I was at my wits end and he wasnt getting any better. This time the thermometer showed 102, underarms. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHhhhhhhhhh. I call the local Peadatrician. She’s not answering. Its a Sunday. So I call up Dr K, the Indore Peadiatrician. “Continue T98 when he has fever, start Mox, antibiotic. It’ll take upto 3 doses of Mox for his fever to come down.” Crisp, precise, and she’s off the line. 3 doses means 1 day atleast. Sigh.
This is the first time he’s had fever. We got off easy with the vaccinations. He never got this much of a fever. He was just cranky for a day. I cant remember the last time I had such a high fever. And I feel helpless abt the kid. Poor thing, doesnt know what’s happening. Cant say anything. And he’s burning up. I keep wet towels on his forehead. And again, am close to tears. It sucks more becuase its the first time. And I’m on my own. The maid has left for the day. I call her up and ask her to come stay the night. She says she’ll be in by 7pm. Great! More frantic phone calls to Mom, mausi asking everyone for advice… trying everything.
I keep holding, rocking him, and praying for the fever to come down. 7pm fever’s down to 101. the maid turns up. And takes control. I am soooo grateful. Mother of 4 and granny to 2, she knows what she’s doing. Orders me about. More cold towels. More crying. 9 pm the fever’s back to 103. And I panic. We pour water over his forhead. Dad calls and tells us to try Ibugesic + syrup to get his temp down. We go looking for it. And thankfully, on sunday night, 9:30pm, we find one small medical shop open… thank god.
Come home, make distract baby with TV. Give him more meds. More wet towels. More rocking. He finally slept off around 11 pm with only 100 ` fever.
Both baby and I sleep fitfully thru the night. He wakes up crying every few hours. I feed him, hug him, rock him.
Morning.. oh sweet morning. He’s still blissfully asleep. No fever. Whopppppeeeeeee!!! I mutter a silent prayer. And keep my fingers crossed. He wakes up lazily at 8:30am. Not his usual chirpy self, but no fever either. I wait holding my breath. I’ve taken an appointment with the doc. Dont know what to expect today. Have taken the day off work.
He starts getting playful. And I try to hold him down. No use. Looks like he wants to make up for all the play time he lost yesterday!!! I make sure that we dont get him to exicted or let him play too much. But no.. the little boy has a mind of his own… he wants to play. period. So we let him. He’s still not back at full chirpy level, but he’s happy. And so are we. Amen.
Maybe its the meds. Maybe its the prayer CDs that have been playing the background all thru. Maybe he’s just told the bugs to bug off! 🙂 Spunky kid!