Urgent Care

Winding down from an impromptu trip this evening to our pediatrician's urgent care office...not for Oliver, but for Logan. Logan has had the sniffles for a few days, but he was pretty chipper and asking to go outside, etc. So we weren't all that worried. Once Logan hit about two years old, we really started being more confident in our medical parenting and treating the kid, not the fever. Meaning that we take a lot more cues from Logan about how he's feeling rather than relying just on the thermometer.

But last night things went downhill quickly. He started to heat up and his cough turned really nasty. He woke up repeatedly during the night calling for us; Larry finally went to sleep in his room so he could console him right away. Logan woke up miserable, he was congested and lethargic today, ate very little and was just not himself. By this evening he was up to 104, even after ibuprofen, and completely limp. He just lay on my lap, and then Larry's when I had to go feed Ollie...and "just lying around" is not the Logan way. We started to worry about pneumonia, since we've been there before. Then when Larry went to change him, Logan complained about the light in his room. Well, high fever plus lethargy plus light sensitivity...Mama doesn't mess around with that equation.

Anyway, an urgent care visit and a chest X-ray later, it looks like it's just a bad cold. His chest is clear and, in fact, he made me look like a tool by asking for goldfish crackers while the doctor was examining him. "Sick? I'm not sick. I don't know why she brought me here, doc." So, probably another bad night tonight, but hoping he starts to feel back to his old self tomorrow.

Update Tuesday morning. Another bad night and Logan is at 104 this morning. Larry stayed with him all night so they were both miserable. Right now he's resting on the couch watching Yo Gabba Gabba. Just looking to keep him comfortable and hydrated today. Poor little guy.