Marching on...last week, my very healthy child scared me to death. She has never been very sick. The occasional runny nose, allergies, and of course, teething have all knocked on her door, but nothing too major. When I unloaded her from her car seat Wednesday night at home, she was steamy. I got the thermometer...totally traumatized her when I put it under her arm. In her defense, it is a scary looking thermometer. She had 103.9 degree temp. I did the other arm...same thing...then just to make sure it was working correctly, I did my arm pit, too. It was working. Now, my child had been acting like she felt fine. She had no other symptoms other than the fever. I gave her Tylenol and decided to wait an hour before I loaded her up to go to an ER or clinic. Gray was working, so that added to my worry. Sick babies, bad weather, etc. all seem to happen when I am home alone. Her temperature began to come down to low 103-ish. I put her in my bed with me and sat there. She fell asleep. I watched her sleep. The whole time thinking I should have taken her somewhere. Thursday morning I checked her and she still had a high fever (no other symptoms) so I took her to the doctor. I thought maybe she had a UTI. The doctor agreed, handed me a specimen cup, and wished me luck. My kid will do just about anything for chocolate...we returned the specimen to his office to find out that it was clear. (Da Da Dum) The next step to diagnosing her, pains me to this day! They had to draw blood. I don't even take her to get her shots. I make Gray do it. I can't stand it. I work with dead people so much better than I do live ones. I had to hold her down as they stuck her. Arm #1: after really, really, really trying to find the vein, they finally had to give up. Arm #2: lots of difficulty, but finally got it. They gave her 9 jillion stickers and a toy cell phone and me some Kleenex. They wrapped the stretchy tape over her battle wounds...she decorated the rest of her arms with the stickers. As we walked back down the hallway to the doctor's office, she stopped to show everyone she met along the way just what those ladies did to her arms. Then, she called her daddy on her new phone and told him all about it. Her results came back and her white count was elevated. He sent us home with antibiotics. She rebounded just fine. No clue what it was, but she is better now. But she still talks about them sticking her!
Meredith went to her BFF's 2nd birthday party. Trey, bless his heart, is being raised by 2 Bulldog fans. They even forced him to have a MSU tailgating themed party. As you can tell in this picture, he looks miserable. He so wants to be a Rebel when he grows up. Meredith made sure to encourage Trey and let him know there is still hope for him by wrapping his gift in red and blue. :)
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