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102.9

That is what the thermometer read right before I went into panic mode.  Fight or flight...we respond to crisis in two ways.  Today, it was flight, panic, and tears.

The first thing I did was started calling.  My husband was busy at work, and even after my persistent calls, he didn't answer.  Comes with the job.  I tried to remember all the stuff I've read in baby books.  All the information became a blur.  I couldn't even think straight.  And she just wouldn't stop crying.

How could a fever gotten all the way up to 103 unnoticed by me.  I immediately felt guilt.  I threw on my shoes, grabbed the diaper bag, and put her in the car.  My first thought was the ER.  Dramatic I know, I just didn't know what to do or where to go.  All I knew was 103 was definitely not teething.

I decided on Walgreens.  I knew they had medical assistance in house, so I figured I would go there so I could pick up any fever reducers they recommended.  I get there, and they had stopped taking patients.  Haley, still hadn't stopped crying.  Ian, still hadn't answered.  So I started to look for fever reducer.  I was clearly teary-eyed and distraught. Another customer finally stopped and asked me if she could help.  All this point, I am crying, explaining Haley has a fever and I don't know what to do.  Right about that time, someone that worked for Walgreens came over and took Haley's temperature and recommended Urgent Care.

I then ran over to urgent care with a still sobbing child and a much calmer me (I do well with a plan).  I fill out tons of paper work with a screaming child in my ear, breaking my heart.  Get in, and find out she has a double ear infection, red throat, and probably a viral infection.  The doctor was kind and complimented me on bringing her in.  I was not happy to hear my baby girl was in pain and needed a prescription, but I was also glad I wasn't being completely neurotic.

When I went to CVS ( I really didn't want to show my face in Walgreen again after being a crazy first time mom, in tears, over a fever), I was going through all the products and picking up a few things the doctor recommend.  Meanwhile, an employee complimented me on my shirt.  Then I realized I still had my work shirt on from the tanning salon (I only work 3 hours a week as a break from my SAHM gig and my gig with my buddy with special needs).

We Tan Your Rear All Year 


I was immediately very embarrassed.  Even more embarrassed than shedding a few tears in Walgreens.  Here I had been running around on official emergency momma business in my  ridiculous work shirt.  How can anyone take me serious when wearing something so ridiculous.

...I'm going to ask for a new shirt next week

(Haley took her medicine, and went fast asleep.  She was in great spirits when I put her to bed.  I thought I could get her to cuddle with me since she isn't feeling good.  But miss thing wouldn't have any of it.  She just wanted her bear and her bed.  No cuddles for this momma.  Maybe my next kiddo will like to cuddle...*sigh*)

Comments

Shannon said…
I'm sorry Haley isn't feeling well and pray she's better soon! But I have to admit, I read this article with a slight smile...thanks for sharing your 'first time mom, crying over a fever' experience with us, we've all been there, and you played it out so beautifully here!
You're doing such a great job in your 'new' mommy role!

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