R had a fever of 103.8 today. Poor little peanut. He felt a little warm this morning, so I gave him some Tylenol. We ventured to a play date at the park and he seemed OK. After his nap though he was incredibly hot to the touch. He was fussy and clingy and just holding him made me hot. I contemplated taking him to the doctor, but after consulting some websites and a medical book, I decided to give him some more Tylenol and some fluids and monitor him for awhile. By bedtime his fever was down to around 100, and he was much happier.
Fevers are tricky. They aren't necessarily harmful. Often they just show the body is doing its job to fight off infection or a virus. But they seem to hit kiddoes so hard. And then there is the temperature taking. I cringe every time I have to use that rectal thermometer. We have an ear one but R always turns away at the last second, and I get readings of 97.2 or something. So, I am forced to break out the old-school thermometer and the Vaseline. Hopefully fevers will be few and far between. For the boys' sake and mine.
--MM
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