Don't Panic

The sign in the triage room at the hospital said "Don't Panic" and we couldn't help but laugh.  We were pretty close to the panic stage.   We had been watching the Presidential election results when I noticed that The Tot seemed hot.  He was fussy all day, so I had been a tiny bit concerned, but once I took his temperature I was very concerned.  It topped out at 100.6 which is .2 over the danger zone according to our pediatrician.  So, we called and were told to head to the ER.  This felt oddly reminiscent of the night I went into labor, but this time we were sleep deprived.

The problem was, we weren't totally convinced that our forehead thermometer was that accurate.... but off we went to the ER, which in Manhattan means packing him in his car seat, running down the street and hoping there is a cab.  ugh.

So it appears as if the thermometer was in fact slightly faulty, and although he was in the 99.8 range, he was not in the danger zone.  After being totally freaked out by the doctor discussing blood work and spinal taps, he decided to just observe the Tot for an hour.  So we waited.... until almost 4am until they finally sent us home.

So after a follow up trip to the Doctor and a crash course in rectal thermometers, we are ready for a nap.  The Tot is fine, The Husband is wonderful but tired, the Noodles is on high alert, and the Mommy needs to sleep.  Next shopping trip.... to get a new thermometer, this one sucks.