Saturday, April 9, 2011

Where We've Been


Last weekend Sophia had trouble sleeping.  She's normally a great sleeper. I chalked it up to teething.  Monday she woke up from her nap with a fever. I called Stephan to pick up some motrin, just in case. Monday night those fevers got high....really scary high....over 104.
She quit nursing.
She just slept and slept and slept.
When she was awake she was pitiful.


Tuesday her fever stayed around 102. I figured it was just a bug she'd get over.
Tuesday afternoon she was asleep  in my arms, and I could feel her temperature rising over a matter of minutes.
I slipped a thermometer under her arm.
I didn't let it finish. When it hit 103, I pulled it out and put her in a sink full of lukewarm water.
It all just felt so wrong. Levi has been sick before. He's run super high temps even. But, there was just something different this time. I can't fully explain it, but Sophia was the sickest baby I'd ever seen.
Stephan was at work. I called my mom, and she met us at the after hours clinic.
When the doctor told me that Sophia had a blood infection and needed an antibiotic, I wanted to do my usual, "Gee, thanks, but no thanks, doc." But, I knew he was right.
They gave her a shot of rocephin, and instructed me to schedule a follow up with her doctor the next day.


Thankfully, the next day she was showing big signs of improvement, but even with all the improvements she still classified as the sickest baby I'd ever seen. Her doctor (who I love and who truly respects our desire to medicate as little as possible) sat down, sighed a deep sigh, and said, "She really needs a round of antibiotics. You can wait until tomorrow if that will make you feel better, but she needs them."
We hoped that maybe she was wrong, but when Sophia began to go downhill again that evening, we got the prescription filled.
She's improved with each dose.
She's even smiling again.


Smiles are good.

12 comments:

  1. Smiles are VERY good. I'm glad you figured out what was going on and how to make it better.

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  2. poor baby. And poor you, I know how sick kids weigh on a mama's heart.

    We try to medicate as little as possible too, but sometimes you just have no choice. I am just grateful at those times that my kids are not so used to the stuff that they need higher dosages.

    I hope she feels better. It's good to see that smile again!

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  3. Aw, poor girl! It's so hard as a mom to see your little one so so sick. I'm glad she's doing better, and I hope you're both getting some rest.

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  4. awww so glad she is feeling better. Way to listen to your instincts Mom!!

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  5. So, so happy that she's smiling again! :) What a crazy few days... I'm so sorry you guys had to go through that!

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  6. I'm so glad she's feeling better, i was praying for her, you and wisdom for the doctors, i'm so glad she's feeling better!

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  7. sounds like you have a really good doctor who respects your wishes, and also knows when to push if there's a big problem. So glad that little bunny is doing better!

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  8. Poor baby (both you and Sophia). What a rough few days. I know we tend to overmedicate in this country, but there are times when I am so glad that we have antibiotics. They absolutely have their place in a well-balanced health and wellness approach. You and your doctor obviously made the right choice.

    Wishing you a week of smiles and recovery!

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  9. oh wow glad she's ok now I was wondering where you were.

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  10. Poor babe. Isn't it the worst when little ones are sick? The. Worst.

    I'm glad to hear she's smiling and on her way back to good health.

    stephanie@metropolitanmama.net

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  11. Oh, hugs. That is so scary. When Finn Luca (now 3) was 14 months, he was sick, but it all came on so quickly. We were on an outing at a regional park and he got really listless and fell asleep on me when it was time to eat (unusual for him at that age). We packed up to head home and on the drive, he started convulsing. We pulled over, pulled him out of his carseat, and his breathing got apneatic. I thought he was dying. We called 911 and at the hospital, he started improving. Apparently, he had had a febrile seizure. Not unusual, but so incredibly frightening.
    I had that same reaction reading your post. I hope she is feeling perky again and sorry you went through this. :(

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  12. Nicola, that would be terrifying! My heart started beating faster just reading that. Sick babies...oh. my. I'm a couple of years late with this, but I'm so glad Finn Luca is ok!
    ~Madeline

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