At about 11 this morning I got a call at work that Harper had a temp of 101 and needed to be picked up from school. This after Michael was already home a day and a half this week. For those slow with the math that means that only two out of five days were both our kids able to be at school/daycare. Not too long ago we had an entire week where there was not one single day that they were both there all day.
You can imagine this has been frustrating.
I could go on and on here about how stressful it has been to deal with one illness after another this winter (it has been HORRIBLE) and figure out who is staying home from work, or leaving work early, or calling Matt's parents yet again to see if they would like to stay with the germ-ridden children...
Instead I'm going to talk about Facebook (sort of).
Around 7 tonight, just before I was going to give Harper another does of Motrin, her temp went up to 103 degrees. That's the threshold where I start to feel very nervous about a fever. And normally the kids don't run fevers that high. I looked online a bit to see if I could find some kind of magic number at which a fever needed immediate attention. I mean, I know 106 would be bad, obviously, but when does the real worry start, 103, 104? Anyway I couldn't find a satisfactory answer and I stopped myself before I could delve too far into Google's vast knowledge of fever-related illnesses which might turn deadly. I did, however, put Harper's temp into a Facebook status update to see what other moms thought.
I got several replies and even a phone call (thanks again Chris!), and reading/hearing them made me feel confident enough in our decision to hang on until morning and call the pediatrician, unless things take a turn for the worse overnight.
I am left feeling how nice it is that I can put a question out there and get such an immediate response. I'm grateful that I can reach out via email, Facebook, this blog, and by cell phone and get lots of good opinions on which to base a decision. It leaves me wondering what people did before we were all connected in so many ways.
I guess in moments of uncertainty you just had hitch up the wagon and ride to town to retrieve Doc Baker.
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