When I picked the girls up from school last week Wednesday, Eleanor complained of a headache. She looked flushed and felt very warm. Fever of 102˚. I kept her home the rest of that week. She read, she watched Scooby Doo, she colored in my office while I worked. With no symptoms other than fever and headache, Tylenol had her feeling better Thursday and completely fever-free by Friday. Kyle's parents asked if the girls could stay with them for the weekend. Kyle and I were planning on cutting and stacking wood all weekend, so we made the decision to send them both to their grandparents. Ellie seemed to be feeling better, they missed Grandpa and Grandma, win-win, right?
I must confess that decision was a giant parenting fail. Yes, the girls enjoyed time with their grandparents, but poor Ellie's fever came back with a vengeance. She was in excellent hands, of course, but I still feel bad that she was sick while Kyle and I were stacking wood, enjoying quiet dinners together and sleeping in. Grandma called with news that Ellie had 102˚+ temp Sunday morning. Sunday night, after returning home, it spiked to 103.5˚.
Monday morning we headed to her pediatrician. High fever, belly ache, raspy breath, little energy. Our Peanut tested positive for strep and the Dr. was certain she was dealing with pneumonia as well. (He decided against a chest x-ray since the antibiotics would be enough to knock out both infections.) Monday afternoon she complained of feeling dizzy. After a hot bath we tucked her into bed. I sat with her, listening to her cough and wheeze. By 8pm, she couldn't talk without gasping for breath. We headed to the ER. When we arrived her O2 levels were quite low. The Dr. gave her a liquid steroid, a breathing treatment and sent us home with instructions for daily treatments with a nebulizer.
Yesterday she was still lethargic. Her coughing fits would leave her sweaty and out of breath. This morning she's coughing, but nothing like the past few days. She ate a little breakfast and is playing and talking like her (almost) old self.
Ten days later, and I'm confident she's on her way to feeling better. (Crossing my fingers!)
|Stack of "Get Well" cards from Eleanor's classmates|