So, it turns out Little MPB was not just teething.
In fact, when his temperature suddenly spiked to 41.6C (106.8F) and he began breathing very quickly we called the nurse line and were directed straight to the emergency room. I honestly have to say, I had no idea temperatures could get that high!!
We were through triage and seeing a doctor in basically no-time, even though there were probably 30 other kids in the waiting room before us.By the time we got to the hospital and saw a doctor, Little MPB’s temperature had dropped to a less scary 39C (104F) thanks to baby Tylenol and baby Advil. He was even colouring with the crayons and paper a volunteer gave him.
But the doctor wasn’t fooled by his sudden improvement.
We were whisked off to X-Rays, which were a horrible experience and had me in tears – I can say with certainty that the x-ray technicians were great, but the medieval torture device they used to get the X-Rays was horrific. But, it was worth it, as the X-Rays confirmed that Little MPB has pneumonia.
We were sent home with very strict instructions on when to bring him back to the emergency and when to follow up with our family doctor. We were given the rules for returning to daycare and being around other children – which we will be following to a tee, as it turns out pneumonia is super contagious. We were also given direction to let Little MPB watch as much TV as he wants and eat anything he wants because in all likelihood he isn’t going to be eating much at all in the next few days. In fact the doctor told us to offer Little MPB his favourite foods regardless of how unhealthy they are in hopes of getting something into his tummy. Which basically means, Little MPB is under doctors order to consume his current obsession food – gold fish. (As an aside, it turns out the doctor was right – Little MPB wont eat anything, not even goldfish, he’s living on fluids and that about it).
And so the last few days have been spent monitoring his temperature, managing a steady stream of baby Tylenol, baby Advil and antibiotics. We’ve also been snuggling, watching paw patrol and trying to convince Little MPB to drink some fluids.
Honestly, he’s already doing a bit better as he has been fever free (and Tylenol/Advil free) for about 6 hours. But, he’s still far from being his normal happy self. I’m hoping in another few days he’ll be back to normal.
But until then, everything else doesn’t matter. Work commitments have been cancelled and social events are postponed.
Once he’s better, we will try to find our a normal routine again by firstly turning off paw patrol and secondly returning to healthy home cooked meals.
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Little MPB has always been a very early teether. To the point where I’ve wondered if I count his teeth wrong, and attempt to recount them (a word of the wise, counting teething toddler teeth is no small feat). For the longest time I thought the canine teeth were the worst to come through. They caused so much pain, and agony for Little MPB. And sleepless nights for the entire MPB household.
But, then, then the 2 year molars appeared. They’ve been bugging him for months, but now they are really here. 2 poked through while we were away in December on what can only be described as our worst family trip ever. And 2 are arriving right now.
These 2 year molars have knocked Little MPB down hard. I’m convinced they are the worst teeth ever. He’s been rather drugged up on Tylonal and Advil for a good few days/nights now.
His daytime hours consist of crying while saying owie, lying around watching way too much Paw Patrol, eating fruit pouches and yogurt if we are lucky, 30 minute naps and general grumpiness. In fact, Friday was so bad daycare called us before naptime said we may want to pick him up because he’s in so much pain (they would have kept him if we wanted him to, but we went and got him and just started our weekend early – thank god we’re self-employed and didn’t have any meetings scheduled).
Nighttime, well, those have been a complete nightmare. He’s normally an all-star sleeper – 30 out of 31 days he sleeps 11 hours straight at night. This weekend, he’s been sleeping a total of 2 – 4 hours. He’s beyond exhausted. Mr. MPB and I are also beyond exhausted.
We just keep telling ourselves, these are the last 2 teeth and we are done with baby teething – only 2 more teeth – we can survive these 2 teeth!! (As if we have some sort of choice).
But none the less, I must say, teething is the devil.
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