Not For The Faint Of Heart

We were just about to leave for Hawaii, when Elise started running a fever. It was our first time dealing with our little one's temperature, but we were pretty sure 104 was not normal and/or good. Although she had no other symptoms, you could've fried an egg on her noggin, so at midnight, we took her to the emergency room. She had just about topped off at 105 when we got there, but still no sign of illness-- she was sweet as pie. They made us put the little hospital gown on her, which was so cute, in an ominous sort of way.

Then came the barrage of tests. They had to rule out a bacterial infection, which meant lots of blood and urine tests. The worst part was, we were dealing with the 3am shifters. They were nice, but couldn't find a vein to save their lives. So they poked. And poked. And poked. And then it took them another 10 minutes to get the catheter in. Poor baby was so terrified. I don't think I'll ever forget that look in her eyes. It makes me want to cry just thinking about it.

After several hours, however, the tests all came back negative. So, they gave her a big dose of baby Motrin and sent us on our way. We left for Hawaii two days later, and fortunately, the warm sun and tropical breezes made her all better.