Peanut spiked a fever of 102 yesterday while at the babysitter's. The husband went to get her and we debated if we needed to go to the doctor.
I always hate this decision. Do you risk looking like the crazy mother who freaks out every time your child coughs or do you wait and risk looking like the careless mother who doesn't care if her child is seriously ill?
The husband called and told the doctor about her fever and a cough she's been fighting for a few days. They told him if her fever didn't go down by today to call again.
So fast forward to this afternoon. She still felt warm despite a dose of medicine and an ear scan showed a temp of 101.9. Thankfully the doctor's office could see us right away.
A little background on our pediatrician. He's a nice man. He's a little dry but nice. However, he's been a bit doomsday with us in the past. During one of our first appointments, I asked him about a bluish mark on Peanut's forehead that turned darker whenever she cried. He told me it could be a vein but it was more likely that it was a growing birthmark that would either grow into her brain causing developmental problems or grow out and over her eye, making it possibly inoperable. He told me to watch for "mushrooming" of the area and left. I too left and went and cried at a friend's house, fearing my child was doomed. Two other times he mentioned surgery for problems that never surfaced, just like the birthmark that wasn't.
After the third talk of surgery, the husband asked the doctor to maybe not go to worst case scenario every time and things have been much better since.
So today, he checked her over, noting that her temperature was just 99, she had a little fluid in one ear and slight irritation in her throat but nothing to be concerned about. He said it was just a summer cold, looking at me like I might be a little crazy.
That's right. The hypochondriac doctor looked at me like I was crazy. I paid $25 for this.
Tell me you've had a similar experience.