When I became a mother I changed. All of my selfishness flew out the window. My life was no longer about me, but moreso about the little one I brought into this world. So as you can imagine, when that dear baby is sick I'd rather it be me. I would take every ounce of pain just to spare him. I know this is not realistic and every person needs to go through pain to grow, learn lessons, etc. but when your innocent baby is sick and there is nothing more you can do about it, well, it's a pretty bad feeling.
I noticed Jude felt very warm when he awoke in the middle of the night to nurse on Thursday. I figured there wasn't much I could do at that point and I didn't want to wake him further, so I just put him back to bed and waited till morning. He woke up with a fever of 99.8, which is not too high. I was associating it with teething and kept a close eye on him. Throughout the day he was very clingy and the temp was rising. My mom was coming into town so we were just waiting on her. Jude took a late afternoon nap and when he woke up I took his temp and it was 102.5. I started freaking out. I called his doctor and they told me to give him some motrin and if it went back up and over 103 I needed to take him to Urgent care. I felt so bad for my little love. He obviously felt miserable. Thankfully my mom arrived shortly after and she kept me level headed (love her). We managed to keep the fever under control most of the night and I slept with my little love in my arms (or barely slept I should say!). Sat was very strange. Jude would go through times where he seemed like the world was ending and his fever was awful and then there were times where it seemed nothing were wrong.
After a nap Jude woke up feeling pretty bad and we decided to take him to urgent care center. I am really not a fan of these places, but it was either that or the ER, and I am not a fan of those either. So, we get all checked in and the nurse comes in and takes his temp (103.5... OMG MY POOR BABY!) and takes about 20 min trying over and over to get his oxygen level on his toe, finger, earlobe, while he is screaming because he is feeling terrible and it's just not working. FINALLY the nurse got it to work! Then the doctor comes in...
And, it is the same doctor (unfortunately) that saw Doug when he first went in for his nose infection (way back when I was prego). If you can remember the guy took one little look, perscribed some wimpy antibiotic, and sent Doug on his way. This led to a three night stay in the hospital because it was such an bad infection and the guy didn't give Doug the time of day to explain what was going. SO, he comes in and says "I have a plan" before even asking any questions. We tell him that Jude has had a fever for the last 2 days and is a little stuffy, along with being lethargic. He looks in his ears and says one is "a little red" and decides to order a chest x-ray (better safe than sorry I guess, but he has not been coughing at all). The x-ray was not a fun experience for Jude or myself. He did not like being trapped in a cylander like chamber with his hands forced above his head, but we all survived! After waiting for what seems like forever he finally comes back in and says "I have a plan" again, and says that he thinks Jude has a mild case of pneumonia, an ear infection, and bronchitus, and is teething. He perscribes and antibiotic, ear drops, and a nebulizer. He said Jude should be better in 2 days (or he wants to see him again) and that was his "plan". All that just didn't seem right to me. Now, I think it may be a problem on my end, but I have a very hard time trusting doctors. You see, I have worked for a (very shady) bad doctor and know all about alterior motives ($$) and over perscribing to get the patient to return. On the other hand, I have also worked for a very fair and ethical doctor, so I know they exist. I guess I feel if I don't have a good first impression, than they are the bad kind, but I know that is not fair, so I need to work on that. But, we had already had a bad experience with this doctor, so I just don't trust him.
So to make a long story short, Jude is doing much better and has been since the day after vising urgent care. We filled the antibiotics and ear drops, even though he was never pulling at his ears at all, just to be safe. We oped out of the nebulizer because it just didn't match up with a symptom that Jude was experiencing. So in the end, I am not 100% confident to say what exactly Jude had, but I am SOOO glad he is feeling better! Nothing is worse that having a flaming hot lifeless little baby laying miserable in your arms and not being able to do anything to help him!
Thanks friends for all of the prayers and well wishes for my little guy! We sure appreciated them bc this mama was worried to death! And I consider myself to be a very independant woman, but I will admit it was nice to have *my* mommy in town during all of this to keep me grounded!
Poor sickie baby boy before his x-ray.
I am so thankful to have had a *for the most part* very healthy 9 months with this little guy!