Hello Poogie,
you are reclining on our bed, coming in and out of dozing. You are officially ear-infected, and on a bunch of paracetamol to bring your 39.5 degree celcius (that’s 103.1 farenheit) fever down.
Yesterday you came down with a fever in the morning, so I dosed you up on paracetamol, as it was pretty high, and made sure to give you lots of breastmilk during the day. I am not a generally ‘give babies paracetamol’ kinda person, but your temperature was HIGH and you were burning up, and I’d rather keep your temperature down so you have a chance to recover. You seemed to get better, but another fever spike late in the afternoon, so we kept you in bed with us and you spiked again around midnight. The paracetamol seemed to bring it down, and you weren’t screaming in pain or anything, but oh, so hot. The books I read seemed to say you’d be ok if the fever came down with paracetamol, but I figured 24 hours the day before Christmas was long enough to wait to see if you could right yourself, and I didn’t want to spend the next two days lining up at the emergency ward of the hospital…
So. I managed to convince the lovely receptionist at the Doctor that we really did need an emergency appointment, she was much more resistant than normal but finally relented. You screaming your way through the waiting room I’m sure helped us get moved up the list… And you have a middle ear infection. Right on the six-month mark – just what the baby books say is common in infants six months to 2 years. Good work. I’ve had a stressful night and morning worrying about you – not just the ear, but the antibiotics too – both my sister and I are allergic to the one you got prescribed, so I’ve been watching you to make sure you’re ok with it.. But now, apart from being very dopey, you seem a lot better. The doctor said 24 hours or so until we should see a big improvement, and to lay low.
So. Santa, be quiet when you come, we have a sleeping, dozing, recovering baby in the house.
Shhhhhhhhhh
mum
