Today I went to our favorite Children’s Hospital to get a prescription for a sedative for Edda for our 18 hour flight… She doesn’t sleep through the night at home yet and when she gets extra stimulated, then it gets impossible to coax her to sleep. Our geneticist prescribed chloral hydrate which was used for the last home leave trip and her EEG.
By the time we were finished with that appointment, her temperature skyrocketed to 40.4 so I just wheeled her down to the emergency room for a quick once over. I love, love, love this emergency room. I was in/out in about 90 minutes complete with drugs, observation and the whole thing was $40 US dollars. Crazy.
Anyhow, the doctor took a look at Edda and said that the infection was probably viral and that I would just have to treat the fever with Tylenol and Motrin. This is the weirdest thing about hospitals. In every book they tell you, fever over 40C, run, run, run to the hospital. I get to the hospital and after an hour of Tylenol and Motrin, Edda’s fever dropped to 39.5 and the doctor was sending me home for “fever management”. So I asked how he could tell it was viral vs bacterial. He said that he couldn’t really and that if it persists for a few days, then we would do further testing. I prodded him some more and asked if I could have some antibiotics. Man. He seemed reluctant and I know all about over prescribing of antibiotics, but hey, Edda’s sitting in the stroller all listless with a temp of 39.5, you bet I want to alleviate her suffering. So I behaved badly and got antibiotics for a viral infection.
I showered Edda down at the hospital to try an bring her temp down.
It’s so quiet around here without my boys – the Martin men who talk, talk, talk.
Oh, did anyone read the NY times article about parents using genetic screening to pick out offspring with genetic defects? Granted, dwarfism and deafness aren’t exactly extremely debilitating genetic defects, but still it’s weird. I’ve read blogs by parents who think their kid with genetic anomalies are perfect the way they are and that they wouldn’t change anything about their child, but damn, if I could find that guanine somewhere, you bet I shove it into every cell of Edda’s body.
Boo hoo, I’m sick too and I’m going to bed. Good night.