I should have known on Friday when I walked into daycare and they were trying to take his temperature that we were going to be in for it.
We got home that night and it was a low grade fever and he was eating and acting normal. Went to bed fine too, then I woke up to this:
A rosy cheek little boy with a temp of 103. I was able to get it down with Motrin to 99 and he was still eating and drinking lots of fluids. He lasted about two hours until he looked bad again.
Call the doc and they are quad druple booked! So we wait and wait. The nurse finally calls us back and she takes his temp...98.6? WHAT, HOW? Look at him he is bright red. I go back to the waiting room and pull out my thermometer and I get a reading of 104. I quickly go back to the nurses station and ask her to take it again. This office uses an under the arm one which I don't think is ever right.....she takes his temp again and gets 98.1. I said look at him there is no way. We go into the room and she takes it rectally and gets a reading a 104.9!!! She rushed out and got some other doctor. The doc comes in and swabs for strep and flu and gives him a motrin dose.
We wait, and we wait and we wait. We were not allowed to leave until his temp came down. Well, the strep test came back negative but the flu test lit up like a Christmas tree. The actual doctor finally comes in to tell us we are the First Flu Patient of the Year. We even won a prize of Children's Advil. Woo Hoo! We were able to get his temp down to 102 so they let us leave with our prescriptions of Tamiflu and something for his ear.
We got home and Henry was doing better. He slept until 3:30am when I heard him screaming milk. I went in and got him and he drank two sippys of milk and a glass of water. I guess he was a little thirsty even though he was drinking all day. I finally got him back to sleep at 4:45am and we slept until 8am.
On Sunday morning, my child was back. He was happy and no fever. It was such a relief!
