A trip to the ER

February 23rd, we as a family, went to a Spring Training game. Preston was acting completely normal. He wanted nothing to do with the game but rather run around and find some kids to play with.

That night, or Sunday AM at 5:45am, he woke up crying. Chris said he had gone in there around 2:30 and changed him into shorts because he felt hot. When I went in there, he was burning up. I then took his temperature and it read 105.9. I freaked out. Terrified he would begin to have seizures so I yelled to Chris and told him we needed to leave ASAP. He asked where we were going and at that time, the only thing open was the ER.

We brushed our teeth and headed out. Our poor boy was exhausted and fell asleep for a bit in the car.

Luckily when we got to the ER, no one was there and they got us right in. Thd for they took his temperature again and he hated it (it was done anally) and it was high but not as high as when we took it at home.

We waited for a while, a Nurse came in and gave him Motrin and then we waited for the Dr.

 My poor boy just miserable!

 

 

The Dr came in and asked about his symptoms. The only thing was his fever. He didn't have any vomiting or diarrhea. He wanted to rule out any bacterial infection so he ordered blood work and a urine sample. We were worried how they were going to get the urine since he is not potty trained.

 

We were then moved to another room where two more nurses met us and explained they would have to do a catheter since he was not potty trained. I wanted to cry. My poor baby was going to have to endure some pain and I couldn't do anything about it.

He hated this arm band.



He did SO well. He cried but he never tried to pull away or anything. I had to hold his arms down so I was by his head. I kept telling him how well he was doing and how much I loved him as tears were rolling down both of our faces.

It didn't end once it was over. For the remainder of the day, every time he peed, he cried. I felt terrible.

They also had to do blood work and if it was bacterial, they didn't want to have to prick him twice so they left the IV part in his hand. He looked like he had a broken arm.

 He just looked so pitiful and only wanted his Mommy.

 

 Everything cam back fine, no bacterial infection so it must have been viral. We left and he had no fever.

Within an hour after we got home, his fever was back. It hasn't been 6 hours since his dose of Motrin so I didn't know what to do. I called the hospital and pleaded for help while fighting back tears. She advised me that there was nothing they could do since it wasn't bacterial and that we could alternate Tylenol and Advil. That's what we did and it kept the fever down but not gone. When we thought it was gone, it'd come back.

All he wanted to do was lay in bed with me and watch movies (very unlike him to sit still for that long). I enjoyed lying with him but I really just wanted him better. He wouldn't even eat ice cream and he looooves ice cream.

He started to finally feel better Monday afternoon. I was hoping the fever would be gone by Monday so I could return to work but it wasn't.

 

We again, just hung out and watched movies all day.

He wouldn't nap so we put the air mattress in the loft and he passed out watching a movie.

 

He started eating again and that's when I knew he was doing better.

 

 

I've never been so scared in my life and I hope I never have to visit the ER again for him. He was helpless and it tore me up. I wanted to take it all away for him but I couldn't. He looked to me to help him, to keep him safe but I had to let them do what they had to do. I think that was the hardest part.