Oh, we’ve had a hard last couple days. Lydi got a fever Thursday evening and was really fussy. Friday proved no better. In fact, her mood was a lot worse. No eating, barely drinking, low grade fever, wouldn’t let me put her down. At about 9pm last night, after what became incessant crying, inconsolable crying, I took her to the E.R. thinking she had to have a raging ear infection. They took one look in her mouth and diagnosed with her Hand Foot Mouth Disease because her mouth was full of white sores that I somehow missed (don’t know how I missed them since her mouth had been wide open screaming for quite some time). Her fever was going up, so they gave her tylenol which she promptly threw up, requiring a tylenol suppository (nice). They sent us home for what may have been one of the hardest nights in my parenting career. In the morning, I calculated that I had slept a cumulative 90 minutes. Lydia was crying and uncomfortable most of the night despite the tylenol and motrin she was getting. At 6am, she started shaking all over which led us to call CHOP in a frenzy. We were about to take her back to the E.R. when we got her to settle down a bit. She stopped crying, and I started crying. It was so hard to see her in so much pain and so sad and not be able to do anything to help her. We took her to the doctor’s again this morning, but she was doing a bit better by then and seems to be doing better yet throughout the day. I hope we’re through the worst of it.
