When it rains, it pours

We are camped out at the children's hospital because ML has caught something.

Wednesday night was purportedly our last night in our sweet first home; the plan was to move into my parents house and pack our hearts out yesterday and today. But ML was up all night screaming in unverified pain and barely consolable. We assumed it was gas and maybe the beginning of some GERD, so we took him to his PCP without an appointment at the moment they opened.

His temp was elevated and that opened up the Pandora's box of western medicine diagnostics. A baby less than six weeks old with a fever greater than 100.4 has to be ruled out for Meningitis and other bacterial infections, so even though his rectal temp was 100.FIVE! he was directly admitted to the hospital and "worked up": urinary catheter for urine culture, venapuncture for blood cultures, Lumbar puncture for CSF culture, IV insertion for scheduled antibiotics.

Since admission, his temp has increased on Tylenol to 102 even after 24 hours of antibiotics. This is kind of good b/c those antibiotics should have killed any bugs and reduced the fever if this was bacterial... but kind of bad b/c, "hey, what's causing the fever?!?"

Katy and I are trying to keep our cool. He is cranky and uncomfortable but eating, peeing, sleeping, and staying sufficiently hydrated. We have gotten only a few hours of sleep in the last several days. So far, nothing has grown out of the cultures (a good sign). In 48 hours (one more day) they will likely discharge him... Hopefully, even if his temps haven't come down yet.

Poor little boo.

We're still scheduled to close on Tuesday... Movers coming on Monday... Softball team and other peeps showing up to help pack tomorrow.

It's hard to complain about the rain when there are so many people standing around willing to hold up umbrellas for you...