It started when we returned to school- and the technology is all screwy, the text book situation is all screwy, and the entire Texas education system is all screwy. I'm so exhausted, overwhelmed, and don't even know where to begin to tackle it all. There is LITERALLY not enough time in the day. I've been eating my lunch on the drive home everyday (I pump on my lunch break). Well, some days I eat it during my conference- at 9am. RIDICULOUS!
I usually don't have many issues just plowing through difficult times and situations, but I'm really struggling with this one (in addition to having more responsibility at home with an extra kid, it's just kind of sending me over the edge. Not that I'd change that fact, ha!) So, on top of a pretty much terrible transition back into school- it rained on Thursday (which I should rejoice about), and I'd forgotten my umbrella- so the kids and I got SOAKED getting into daycare, and then school.
Dax had a GNARLY rash on his throat that was getting worse by the second (it looked so painful and disgusting. We FINALLY got some prescription steroid cream that cured it- the cream he'd been prescribed just wasn't working.) This picture doesn't even do the goriness justice:
THEN, I get a call from daycare on Thursday that Dax is running a 101.5 temperature. I leave 6th and 7th periods in the dust, pick him up, and take him to the doctor. It's a sub for our regular doc (whom we love) who stared at my boobs the entire time he was being a total jerk to me (pick one, dude. You can't do both). Doctor Jerk calls it "just a cold" and sends us home with our tails between our legs.
Dax gets more and more uncomfortable, and his fever gets higher and higher. By Friday night, after a full dose of Tylenol, his temperature is almost 104 still. I'm freaking out- but the on-call nurse says 101-104 is normal. Don't take him to the ER until it's 105. He's fine. It's just a virus. If he's had a fever for 72+ hours, then call her back.
So I wait. And wait. And wait. And take his temperature. And give him Tylenol. And give him luke warm sponge baths. And wait. And at 72 hours on the dot give the on-call nurse a call back. When I answer "yes" to the question "has he been inconsolable for 2+ hours at anytime" she treats me like an IMBECILE for not rushing him to the ER then. (I wanted to tell her she basically gave the OPPOSITE ADVICE just 36 hours prior, but bit my tongue.)
So we head on up to Texas Children's Hospital (they just built one in Katy- it was incredibly convenient. And nice, too! There's your perkiness for the post.)
|In the waiting room at TCH. His fever had actually had cooled down a bit, and flirted with the nurses like crazy! Made me feel like the "crazy mom" that rushes her kid to the ER for everything, but I was just glad to see a glimpse of my little man!|
|He took a HUGE poop while we were sitting in here waiting. I imagined that was him saying "TAKE THAT, BUTTHEADS!"|