While Daddy Russ and I were so blessed to be enjoying the snow in Aspen I couldn’t help but feel like part of me was missing.
I had this small void that was the size of my little man, Luke. I thought and prayed about him countless times during the trip.
So when we finally arrived back in town I drove as quickly as I could to Houston to pick him up from my Dad and stepmother. When I finally got him home I couldn’t stop squeezing that little boy who carries around my heart.
That next day every fiber of my soul just cherished getting him back in my arms. I could tell he was overjoyed to be with me as well. He followed me every moment in the day and when I’d sit down he’d climb up on my lap and put both of his little chubby hands on the side of my face and say cheerily a simple, “HI!”
The next day things took a 360 degree turn. Luke woke up moving slow and a bit fussy. As soon as I picked him up I knew he felt warm. After taking his temperature he had a low grade fever so I gave him some medicine and just started to watch it. We kissed Daddy Russ off who was heading to Dallas for a work trip and settled in to our day. The day was pretty normal until Luke woke up from his nap. I heard him tossing around in his bed so I went to get him and was astonished to feel how hot he was. I sat him on the couch with his blanket and looked at his poor little flushed face. Normally, he’d immediately get up and start running around but this time he just sat there for a minute and then slowly laid over pulling his blanket on top of him. “Something is wrong” my mommy brain said in alarm. I went to get the thermometer and was astonished to see that his fever was 103.2. My heart started beating quickly. Luke hardly EVER gets fevers and never more than a few degrees over 100. We’ve been so blessed that he hasn’t gotten sick very often (even after starting mother’s day out).
As I looked at that tiny little body just lying there on the couch staring at nothing my anxiety kicked in. I gave him his next dose of Tylenol and then cuddled him with the thermometer at hand. For maybe 30 minutes his fever went down and I started feeling a bit of relief. Then BAM – it skyrocketed back up even higher. He was acting very lethargic and started panting slightly as if he couldn’t catch his breath. I hugged him in my arms and could feel his little heart beating incredibly fast.
I immediately started praying for healing and picked up the phone to call the pediatrician. I recently had a friend whose toddler had a febrile seizure from a high fever and I couldn’t stop thinking about everything she had told me about the horrible experience. It was well after hours but my pediatrician had given me her cell number in case I ever needed her. I know I’ve said this many times before but I have to say it again. I HAVE THE BEST pediatrician (Dr. Bourland at Acorn Pediatrics). She picked up and began to calm this scared mommy down. Cool rags, switch between the Tylenol/Motrin, fluids, and call her back if it gets worse.
I placed my boy in bed next to me and he finally dozed off to sleep. There was no way he was going to sleep anywhere except right by my side. It was a long night and I don’t think either one of us got much sleep. He kept waking up moaning and tossing. His fever stayed pretty high during the night and was still high when we woke up so off to see Dr. Bourland we went. Poor baby…his throat was badly inflamed. But good news is…no strep or flu. So we are fighting through it right now. He’s been getting lots of extra lovin’ and attention.
I look back on how scared I was last night and it seems so silly now. I’m sure the first time high fever is frightening for all mothers. Each of us have been so blessed that God entrusted our children to us and we do all we can to protect them. I know we will have many more frightening times but I’m so grateful to have God by my side to wrap us in his arms.
This is my sTORI being written as you read. – Love, Mommy Tori