Monday night the boy woke up screaming at 10...and proceeded to scream for 2 solid hours. That was the beginning of one very long week for a very sad baby.
By Tuesday he was running a fever of about 103 and wanted to be held all the time. We were in his room to comfort him about every hour throughout the night. Late Tuesday night we decided that there was probably something more than just teething going on here...so we headed to the pediatrician first thing Wednesday morning. By then the Klingon was still crying half the time even if we carried him everywhere.
The visit to the pediatrician was traumatic since the sickness meant the stranger anxiety hit record levels...and they pricked his finger - which won't win many friends, now will it? But after checking him out they could only tell us that it was a high fever to be just teething but that he didn't have anything bacterial going on. Just told us to give him something for the pain...so they were pretty much no help at all.
Motrin brought the fever down a bit and gave short respites but Wednesday night there was no sleeping going on unless it was on someone. He finally passed out in the crook of my arm - but only if my arm was propped on a pillow. (It took us a LONG time to figure that configuration out...) Over the course of the next 2 hours I extricated myself by millimeters. Once I finally had him on the matress, I absconded to Vanessa's bedroom and left G alone on the battlefield. (By this point I'd accumulated about 16 hours of sleep total since Monday and I could NOT sleep with the littlest bedhog.)
Thursday morning I had to cancel the mommies group that usually meets at my house. And in cancelling one of the moms asked me if the doc said anything about the "3-day-fever." Told me it sounded like what her son had not too long before. I didn't think much of it except to hope that our fever only lasted 3 days. Then I was online catching up on my mommies forum and one of the gals asked if I'd considered Roseola and told me to look out for a rash...went to look up roseola and discovered that lo-and-behold, roseola is the English translation of the 3-day-fever. Not 10 minutes later, we had the beginnings of our rash. Et Voilà! We had our diagnosis.
So we're finally on the mend now. He's still pretty clingy and a little whiny at times. Last night was pretty rough, too...I think mostly cuz he slept too much yesterday - and cuz he's still replacing fluids. So he ate twice last night, which we haven't done in months.
On a positive note, in the process Dylan turned into a belly sleeper which lent itself to kicking the swaddle. So far that's holding...he's been napping and sleeping overnight swaddle-less, although the belly sleeping's gone by the wayside after the rough night last night. (I think that was the other part of why he slept poorly last night. My boy's always hated being on his belly. The freak situation turned him very briefly into a belly sleeper. And last night he wanted to fall asleep on his belly but once he woke up he was PISSED that he was on his stomach...and he gets so pissed off that he doesn't seem to realize that he could roll himself over.) So we're back to back-sleeping, but still swaddle-less for the moment. Now we've just gotta work our way back to sleeping through. I'm sure we'll get there by the time he turns 18.
In the meantime, we're seeing a slow return of the happier moments to Casa Schnegg.
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