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mellybrellyI felt pretty good this morning, and then had a frustrating afternoon when my plane tickets wouldn't booked, and I was on the phone for over 2 hours trying to find new ones. Part way through the call I started feeling really bad, and I was shaking pretty severely. I went upstairs and checked my temperature and it was 103.8, which freaked me out. I called Tim who was 2 hours away, picking Reagan up, then called Amy and told her to check in on me in a bit. I looked in the mirror and it looked like I had strep, and I checked my temperature again and it was 104.6, and I panicked. I called my doctor's office and they said they couldn't fit me in, I ended up bursting into tears and telling them I couldn't sit in an emergency room for hours with my newborn feeling like this, and with no car (since Amy had to be somewhere). They fit me in.
Amy came over and we adjusted our extra carseat (a secondhand one for emergencies from Tim's coworker who barely used it), I got dressed, and went to the doctor. On the way there I started sweating really bad, so I think my fever broke, again. By the time they checked me, my temperature was 102. Swabbed me for strep, no strep. Checked my boobs for mastitis, no mastitis. She said it sounded like a bad virus that would hopefully work its way out of my body, told me to take tylenol and advil and gave me a prescription for something that would numb my throat longer than the over the counter stuff.
Tim ended up picking something up for dinner, and now my fever seems to be gone again. I just checked and I'm at 98.8.
The baby was incredible all day. Honestly, things like that make me think there has to be a higher power because I don't know how I would have taken care of him if he were crying and needy all day. He laid on his play mat, watching the butterflies, listening to the animal sounds. Nursed off and on, slept off and on. He's been smiley and good tempered all day, thank goodness. He's downstairs with Tim right now, I finally took a shower.
At the doctor's office the doctor said she was going to examine my breasts, and I had to laugh and tell her that Tim had washed all my bras and I was wearing a pre-pregnancy bra that didn't fit anymore. I told her "They are going to burst out when I undo my bra" and burst out they did. Might have been sexy if I didn't have a fever and balls of sweat weren't running down them. Hot momma alright.
Amy came over and we adjusted our extra carseat (a secondhand one for emergencies from Tim's coworker who barely used it), I got dressed, and went to the doctor. On the way there I started sweating really bad, so I think my fever broke, again. By the time they checked me, my temperature was 102. Swabbed me for strep, no strep. Checked my boobs for mastitis, no mastitis. She said it sounded like a bad virus that would hopefully work its way out of my body, told me to take tylenol and advil and gave me a prescription for something that would numb my throat longer than the over the counter stuff.
Tim ended up picking something up for dinner, and now my fever seems to be gone again. I just checked and I'm at 98.8.
The baby was incredible all day. Honestly, things like that make me think there has to be a higher power because I don't know how I would have taken care of him if he were crying and needy all day. He laid on his play mat, watching the butterflies, listening to the animal sounds. Nursed off and on, slept off and on. He's been smiley and good tempered all day, thank goodness. He's downstairs with Tim right now, I finally took a shower.
At the doctor's office the doctor said she was going to examine my breasts, and I had to laugh and tell her that Tim had washed all my bras and I was wearing a pre-pregnancy bra that didn't fit anymore. I told her "They are going to burst out when I undo my bra" and burst out they did. Might have been sexy if I didn't have a fever and balls of sweat weren't running down them. Hot momma alright.
