My little Brayden is sick. It started Sunday night with a fever (that appears to hover around 102 degrees.) We've done lots of Tylenol, one trip to the pediatrician, and this morning he appears to be feeling a little better. Of course, Scott is out of town, so I've been managing illness and pediatrician solo.
Yes, I carted my two children to the pediatrician's office again....only this time one of them was sick. Brayden wanted me to hold him, Brody wanted me to hold him....they were both crying. Thankfully, we were tucked away in an exam room and didn't have everyone in the waiting room staring at us.
And because I look for the humor in almost all situations, here is our funny moment from the pediatricians: Brayden had to have a throat culture to check for strep. The nurse didn't waste any time by explaining to Brayden what she was going to do...and while he was talking to her, she shoved the swabs down his throat. Brayden started swinging at her (and made contact.) I was startled by the entire event. The nurse was out of the room before Brayden could even catch his breath. And much like the finger-prick incident, he said, "She just came in here and shoved that thing all the way down my throat. Was she trying to kill me?"
The good news: He's feeling some better today. His fever is gone (for now.) He's home with Brody and I today, but should be able to return to school tomorrow. Brody seems to be unaffected (knock on wood!) :-)
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