I was the type of kid that got really high fevers suddenly. Well, it looks like Tucker has inherited my trait. Out of nowhere on Friday afternoon he woke up with a 102.6 fever. We can handle that, right?
Well, it went up to 104.3 Saturday at its highest which warranted a weekend trip to the doctor. But then, Saturday night, it spiked to 105.7!!!??? That is NOT what I like to see on the thermometer at 3:30 am.
Thankfully, it came down quickly and we avoided the hospital. And then Sunday, it was up to almost 104, and down to 95 last night (seriously, this wasn't a thermometer error). So we got a second weekend trip to the doc that culminated in a chest x-ray. Thankfully no pneumonia.
We keep thinking he's over it, and then it goes back up when the dose of Motrin wears off. In the wee hours of this morning it was 104 again.
It's probably some random virus that he picked up somewhere, but of course we're googling horrible diseases that can be acquired from poultry and other esoteric medical mysteries.
So that's been the hard part of the past few days. The good news is that Tucker is still a nut, and as long as he has some Motrin in his system continues to beg approximately every other minute to go outside to stomp in the puddles and visit daddy's truck and the chickens.
The other night we were in the hospital waiting for his chest x-ray at 11 pm after having all started our day at 3:30 am with his 105 fever. Doesn't this sound like a recipe for disaster? It would've been if I had been the patient. Instead, Tucker amused himself by knocking over the towers Austin built and chucking the blocks around the deserted waiting room. (The boy has a good arm, incidentally).
That is all to say, that this has been a long five days, and it is time to go to sleep....
