I was not going to take pictures of this event at first but I also thought we would not be back in hospital for a few years. And I thought I would be the patient like in the past not my 6 week old. Things can change fast though.
It started Thursday morning around 1am when we noticed a fever of 101.3. After a failed attempt of Tylenol, I took Logan to the ER around 2am. My first ER visit as a mother and hopefully my last for a while. Logan endured blood work, x-rays, respiratory cultures, and an urine sample. It was tough but I held up pretty well. The ER doctor sent us home with a document fever of 101.5 and told us to make an appointment for our pediatrician on Friday. (Our pediatrician is questioning the ER doctor's license.)
Around 9am, I call our pediatrician to make our follow-up visit and mention that Logan still has a temperature of 101.4. They tell me to rush Logan into their offices. After more tests, they immediately decide to admit Logan. Luckily, our pediatrician's office is at the hospital. Convenient, I know. The doctor commented how well I was handling all this and especially the admission part. He then explained that admission would require a 24-48 hour stay in the hospital. Then I lost it and my composure flew out the window. I wanted my baby home with me.
Fast forwarding, Logan is recovering back to full health and is happily home with us now. There was nothing conclusive as to what caused his fever. That's fine since they were able to prove it was NOT RSV, meningitis, and other nasty diseases. It was pretty intimidating though when the infectious disease people were contacted and everyone entering our room had to wear part spacesuits.
The bottom line for his admission was Little Logan's age. If he had been just a month older, they would have sent us home and toughed it out with Tylenol. (In fact, we had some friends tell us that their 4 month old had a 103 fever and they were sent home. She was too old to be admitted.) With wee little ones like Logan, their immune systems are so weak with a fever that if anything bad was to happen at home there would be no time for life saving measures. Yikes! I guess I will happily pay for that hospital bill compared to the alternative.
With only one week until we move, I hope to never see the inside of Utah Valley Regional Medical Center again. Or at least not for a very long time. I enjoyed my two deliveries there but I did not enjoy my son being there. Although the nurses and staff attending to my son were amazing and even cheering for him to go home as soon as possible. They hate having little ones in there just as much as their parents do.
