So, its been a wild couple of days. We knew Abby was getting close to having her first tooth, and we had confirmation yesterday as it finally broke through. As many babies and small kids I’ve been around, I’ve never been around one when they were cutting teeth and were in the miserable stage of it, and that includes Canaan. Well I finally had a taste of it with Abby last night, and it broke her Daddy’s heart. Just the painful whimpers and cries and me being powerless to do anything beyond Baby Orajel, I’ve already felt powerless like this regarding my Bug twice and it gets worse as time goes on. Well I chose to stay up with her most of the night because she was waking up every few hours for a bit, and I wanted to make sure I kept Tylenol in her. I knew she had a temperature, and I’ve always heard about the symptoms of a baby cutting teeth, so I never thought anything of it. Well I learned today that her temp shouldn’t have gone much above 99, that it should have remained a low grade fever. Sometimes this learning curve kills me….
Well today got worse. Jaq kept her and said her temp kept staying up and she stayed cranky, so she called the doctor who requested her to bring her in. The fear was that she was having a problem with her kidneys again, similar to when she got sick and dehydrated a couple of months back and was put in UK. So they take urine, they take blood, same as before, and just like before, her kidneys come back ok, no bacteria in her urine, but her white blood count is up, showing an infection, they just are unsure of what is the cause. Now note that UK never determined what caused Abby to get sick the last time too, which might I add has me a bit worried.
So, I’ve had a sick, weak baby girl, all she’s wanted to do is be held, but does her very best to give Daddy a smile every once in awhile. We go back to the doctor in the morning.
And to top it all off, they said she had one of her top teeth coming through too. So we have at least 2 teeth breaking through on top of an unknown infection, high temps, and the sounds of a 9 month old’s misery.