A very sick weekend...not the good sick either.

Last Friday, when I picked Blair up from daycare, she greeted me with rosy cheeks and a very warm body. They explained that she had just come back inside after playing outside for a while. Well...she never cooled off. Her fever shot to 103.4 Friday night. It was horrifying...I gave her Tylenol, and she threw it right up (which was extra scary, because it was cherry Tylenol...which means red vomit...took me a minute to remember the Tylenol was red). We gave her a cool bath and I actually had to get in with her because she was so upset. Cool baths are NOT fun ever, especially while holding an 18-month old sick child down.

Her fever finally started dropping a bit, and Saturday morning I took her to the pediatrician. Her fever was 103.7. They tested her for strep and the flu, and she was negative for both. So, the doctor decided that she had the weird "fever virus" that so many kids had come in with over the past week. The doctor said it usually lasts 72 hours and might end with the virus coming out in the form of a rash. She assured me that Blair would be fine - and gave me some warnings to look out for that might indicate a need for a trip to the ER. Since the doctor acted like it wasn't a big deal, I asked about this monstrous fever...specifically what the magic number is where we need to be concerned about her brain frying. She informed me that kids are much more resilient than adults when it comes to fever, and that we shouldn't be worried about the "number." She said she had kids come in with fever of 105 who, thought they were miserable and some even hallucinated, were just fine. So we were sent home with Motrin and Tylenol instructions.

The fever kept up Saturday, and I do believe Blair hallucinated at one point. It freaked me out...Brian was at work, so it was just Blair and me. She was sitting in my lap (she was permanently attached to me throughout this sickness...I couldn't put her down, and no one else could hold her...I learned to do things I never thought possible with a baby on my hip) with her bloodshot eyes glazed over. All of a sudden she jumped, her eyes got big, she grabbed hold of me very tightly, and she started following something on the ceiling with her eyes. There was nothing there, and I nearly lost it. Had the doctor not told me that she may hallucinate, I probably would have lost it.

Sunday was more fever - up to 105 at one point Sunday night. We finally got her fever down, and she only had a low-grade fever yesterday...and no fever this morning. I took her to school today, but I'm just waiting for them to call me to come get her because of a rash...

It was a long weekend, and a very scary weekend. I feel lost without her in my lap right now...guess I got a little too attached. Anyway, she's all better now, and was so happy last night that she ran, danced, sang and laughed until 9:00. I didn't have the heart to try to put her to bed...so we just let her wear herself out until she was good and ready to go to sleep on her own. I've never been so happy to see her so wired!