Noah awoke with a fever for the second day in a row, and we attributed it to his teething because his gums have been swollen for days as more teeth make their way through his tender gums. His fever got worse today, although he’s still been eating and drinking a little bit here and there. Noah’s fever hit 102.8 and his skin was so hot to the touch.
Thankfully, Noah’s pediatrician made a house call within the hour to check him out.
Noah wasn’t thrilled about being poked and prodded, albeit gently, and he let us know it. I’m grateful that house visits by doctors are so common here, and reimbursed in near entirety as part of a strong healthcare system. Noah most likely caught something from a friend at daycare, and I don’t envy any parents dealing with a sick child.
Hours later medicines have been prescribed, and administered, and Noah’s tucked into bed for the evening. There’s the inevitable second wave each time Noah catches something viral, and either my husband Davy or I also always get sick. This time it’s my turn.
I’ve visited the toilet more times in the last few hours than I have all last week. I’m out sick. I’m hoping Davy stays healthy out of the three under our roof.
I’m writing to you from my bed, where I’m dramatically propped up by a pillow with what energy I have left. I’m hoping for a speedy recovery so Noah’s recovery can be speedy too. See you on the other side of whatever bug has caught my household here in Belgium!
Update: Three hours later, and Davy’s sick. Oh boy.