Friday, February 11, 2011

Night fever.

And not the good kind of fever the Bee Gees sang about, unfortunately.

We spent last night in the emergency room with Torin. He has been sick all week and running a low fever, but that fever spiked to 103 degree yesterday evening. After a visit to the pediatrician earlier this week and a phone call with their nurse last night, we headed over to Medical City.

Despite Torin's uncontrollable screaming and crying, the nurses were eventually able to get enough blood and urine to run tests. They also took a radiograph of his lungs. Luckily, everything came back negative--no RSV, no flu, no fluid in the lungs, no UTI, no serious dehydration. They gave Torin an I.V. of antibiotics and sent us on our way.

Upon waking up this morning, Torin's temperature was already 101 degrees, so we visited the pediatrician's office again upon their request. The doctor suspects that it's nothing serious and that it should pass in a few days. This evening, Torin seems to be feeling a little better. His fever is certainly not as high as it was last night, and he's even smiling a bit. Let's hope the worst has passed.