As I type this, our little fella is lying next to me, exhausted from a day of high fever. Just earlier on, he had difficulty settling down, was very restless and kept crying. I don’t blame him; I would too if my throat hurts, body temperature goes up and down and have a nasty diaper rash from bouts of diarrhea.
He’s now admitted at Tropicana Medical Centre. After three days of a vicious fever ranging from 38’C to 39.7’C, we decided to bring him in for observation.
Just a couple of days ago, he nonchalantly braved through two jabs of his 12-months old vaccinations without a single bit of cry. Things went downhill when his fever spiked up to 38.6’C on Wednesday night. Diagnosed with throat infection, we went home thinking all would be well after the medications were administered. We woke up to find him feeling uncomfortable from scorching hot temperature on one night and shivering/whimpering on the following.
Right now, as I post this entry, I feel helpless and remorseful. Helpless because nothing I did seemed to make him feel better. Remorseful because I probably caused this; should have cleaned his toys more often or maybe I shouldn’t try to challenge his immune system by taking those forbidden foods albeit very little. And then there was the planned birthday do with Zoey that’s supposed to happen tomorrow. I feel like a horrible mom now.
Ewan’s pediatrician, Dr Ling Shih Gang, has ruled out the possibilities of H1N1 or dengue. Definitely a viral attack.
We are crossing our fingers that tomorrow’s going to be a better day. Get well baby, we’ve got lots of exciting stuff to do next week. Mommy misses the bubbly Ewan.