And it's only Wednesday!
Sunday night we went on a desperate search for bottle soap. We went to Target together on our
way home from my parent’s house. Then Ty
dropped Carter and me off at home and he searched elsewhere. All day Sunday I had been thinking Carter
felt really warm, but just chalked it up to being held most of the day. When Ty dropped us off at home, I pulled
Carter out of his carseat and once again thought he felt warm. I took his temperature and felt a slight
panic come over me when it read 100.1. I
told myself to keep it calm and took it again multiple times, it still read
100. I decided to give him a bath and
take it again. It read 99.4. I felt much better, told Ty about it when he
got home, and figured I would message the doctor in the morning to be safe.
The next day his temp was still 99.4 so I went ahead and
took him to daycare. I told his teacher
and asked her to keep an eye on him.
That day we were taking our field trip to the zoo and I wouldn’t be able
to leave since I’d be riding over on the bus, so I asked that they call Ty if
needed. I got a text from Ty around 9am
saying Carter’s temp was 101 and he was going to pick him up. He messaged the doc and was told to keep an
eye on him and as long as he wasn’t fussy, we didn’t need to take him in.
Not to be outdone by daycare, Ty took notes on Carter's day. |
Not long after Ty arrived home I received a picture of
Carter smiling with a caption reading “I faked being sick today so I could stay
home with daddy.” It turned out Carter’s
temp at daycare was actually 100.1 and Ty never got a reading over 99.5 at
home.
Ty left for a work trip to Las Vegas early Tuesday
morning. My mom came to watch Carter
(more on his time with her to come) so I could go to work since I used all my
sick and personal days for maternity leave.
She decided to stay all week to watch Carter and to keep me company
until Ty returns on Friday.
Resting in bed with Grammy. |
I was still worried.
Carter didn’t seem to be himself.
He wasn’t as smiley as normal.
Usually when I get home from work he smiles right when he sees my
face. Instead I had to pull out all the
stops to get him to smile and even then it wasn’t his whole face I love you to
pieces smile. I really felt like
something was wrong, but last time I insisted on a doctor’s appointment he just
had a cold and all they did was give him a nasal decongestant. I wanted an appointment that time because his
nose and cough sounded so bad. I wanted
an appointment this time because my baby just wasn’t himself.
I decided to go ahead and message the doctor. My mom later said she didn’t know how he ever
got work done with people messaging him all the time! We got an appointment for that afternoon and
I could rest easy.
I told the doctor all of Carter’s symptoms and he checked
him out. It turned out he had an ear
infection. Luckily I caught it really
early on, so it didn’t get too bad. My
mom told me I was right, he had needed to go to the doctor. I joked I was 1 for 2, but deep down I was
really glad I had listened to my gut.
She also said, “You really know your baby”. And I thought about it, you know, I really do
and I’m darn proud of it. To most other
people Carter seemed like a perfectly content baby, but to me he just wasn’t
his happy and smiley self. My mom
enjoyed telling people I knew Carter was sick because instead of smiling all
the time, he was just smiling sometimes.
Carter's serious face. |
Last night we had a bit of a rough night. When he would wake up to eat he would eat a
bit, then scream, eat some more, scream some more. The only way I could get him back to sleep
was to stand simultaneously swaying and bouncing him all while singing directly
into his ear. If any one of those three
things stopped, the crying commenced. It
made for a long night, but I really didn’t mind due to the extra cuddles with
my baby, just as long as he wasn’t crying.
Last night my grandma was moved from her nursing home to the
hospital so my mom left to be with her this afternoon. Carter goes back to daycare tomorrow. He’s feeling much better so I hope his day
goes okay. I was sad to see our time
with my mom cut short and even more sad for my grandma to be back in the
hospital. Please keep my grandma in your
prayers.
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