103.7 at 1:30

Yesterday, we had an ABR that went horribly. In case you don't know, ABR stands for auditory brainstem repsonse, and it is a hearing test for KayTar. You have to sedate, and long story short, after 3 hours and 2 doses of sedative she still wasn't asleep. So we had to leave and reschedule. This ABR was supposed to be done at the end of June, but has been rescheduled twice. Now it is scheduled for November.

We were there from 12-3:30 and the traffic was awful coming home. People were driving like idiots, the roads were packed, and it was raining heavily. By the time I got home, I was drained. I think I fare in these appointments pretty well, but there is something tiring about being fully on-duty, 100% devoted to entertaining a small person nonstop (not stopping for food, even though I hadn't eaten since breakfast, not for pottying because I could not leave her until she was sleeping), that is draining. We went out to dinner as a family, which was the first time I've been out of the house for anything other than a doctor or therapy appointment or hospital stay in three weeks or so. Once the kids were in bed, so was I, although typically I stay up later to feel like I've had a bit of alone time. I was just too tired for alone time.

Around 1am, Josh woke me because KayTar was talking over the monitor. Not fussing, just talking, and I said, "The sedative probably messed with her sleep schedule, if she isn't crying, just let her be." And so we dozed off again. 30 minutes later, I awoke to sobbing, "MamaMamaMamaMaaaaaaaaaaaama..." over the monitor. When I went in to check her, I could feel the heat radiating off her little body. 103.7. I woke Josh and sent him to the pharmacy for acetaminophen suppositories, because we couldn't find our last one anywhere, and I took her up for a bath. After her bath, we gave her medicine and she is watching a Signing Time from her Baby Papasan right next to me. She feels slightly cooler, although I don't want to do her the injustice of a second rectal temperature unless I feel it climbing, especially when she also had to endure a suppository. If your child forcefully vomits out medication, you have to find some way to get it in. This is our way, unfortunately for KayTar. Although, she prefers it to the oral route, her sensitivities and aversions are just too strong to tolerate it much. I sure wouldn't prefer it, though.

I put an email into the pediatrician. Generally, a fever this high makes my mind go straight to the bad place and I bring her straight in, but because BubTar has that [possibly] viral rash, I wanted to run it past her before coming in. And also, I think that 3 appointments in less than a week constitutes as stalking and I'm trying to avoid that. KayTar has no rash, though. Only a high fever with a (un)healthy dose of lethargy on the side.




And so, it is 2:57 and I am blogging...because, at least for my sanity, blogging is the best medicine.