Fevers, Zombies, and Vampires

This past weekend was not a good one. Most likely because E came down with a nasty bug--the coughing, sniffly, snuffly, feverish, all-over-body-aches kind where you'd rather whimper and curl up under the covers.

Last night was the worst. At one point, E's fever rose an entire degree in less than half an hour. To say we were concerned would be an understatement. E has a history of spiking HIGH fevers when sick. In the past, she's gone up to 105 in between temp checks.

Frantic, we called the doctor. By the time the pediatrician called us back, the fever had risen another half degree--to 103.5 two hours into Motrin. Out of options for controlling the fever, the doctor told us to start the car.

We were packing up E's blankie bundle and pink hamster when she suddenly became less chilled and more talkative. Slowly, over the next hour, the fever inched its way down. It finally leveled out at 101. We counted the minutes until we could boost the Motrin with Tylenol. We prayed the fever wouldn't spike again, and alternated Motrin and Tylenol every three hours the rest of the night.

I am now a zombie. My need for sleep trumps any hope of writing a scene that makes sense today.

On the plus side, in-between nursing duties and round-the-clock meds to keep the fever under control, I'm finding I have enough focus to delve into my current read, Twilight by Stephenie Meyer, reviewed by Cynthia Leitich Smith on her blog Cynsations here. Meyer's book is a must-read for fans of intrigue, suspense, love stories, and vampires.