On Saturday night, Derek and I noticed that Sebastian seemed more tired than usual, so we put him down a little early. At 2:30am, he woke up and I noticed he was warm, so I gave him some Tylenol and let him sleep with us. He had a fever the whole next day and continued to breathe rapidly, and seemed to get worse as the day went on.
I called the nurse line at 9pm, and they got back to me at 11pm saying that unless his temp was 104 or higher, or his breathing was over 40 breaths a minutes, that we should sit tight and keep a close eye on him. Well, an hour later, his breathing was 39 breaths a minute, and his temp was 103.5, which was just too much for us, especially with him twitching and talking in his sleep. We went down the block to the ER, where they checked him out and found that his temperature was actually 105.1! We were horrified, but really glad we hadn't waited any longer to bring him in.
We had to wait in the waiting room for awhile, and then in another room, and the whole time our poor sick boy was saying "ready to go," over and over. They gave him some ibuprofen and tylenol, and managed to get his fever down to 101 by the time we left 2.5 hours later. They gave him a chest x-ray which checked out normal, and sent us home with a prescription for flu meds just in case (they weren't able to test him for the flu without admitting him). On the way home he was jabbering away and much more of the boy we know.
Sebastian slept until 10, and then proceeded to have a pretty normal, low key day. He's still a little warm and has that glassy look in his eyes, but he's been playing and eating and talking like crazy, so we are very relieved.
And that's how Derek and I spent our 6 year anniversary (we did manage to make it to brunch and a movie, but you wouldn't feel as sorry for us if I told you that).
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