sick.
Nate woke up at 7:30am this morning saying, "Mommy, my mouth hurts when I close my mouth.
At this point, I didn't really think anything of this. You see, quite often, Grace wakes up in the morning with the "I slept with my mouth open and now it hurts" sore throat thing. She drinks some water and viola- all better. Also, with Grace's appliance that she just recently got put into her upper jaw (oh.....I think I may have forgotten to blog about this....sorry, will explain soon), she has been complaining about her mouth hurting when closing her teeth/jaw. So I just thought it was maybe hurting but maybe Nate using the same excuse as his sister as to what was actually hurting. But Nate seemed to go on his merry way with no other complaints at all.
Fast forward to 1pm. Ray takes Grace and Nate to his parent's house so that I can study and he can build us a new bed frame. It's raining and Grace and Nate are inside and apparently Nate looks sick and wants to go to sleep. Ok. He NEVER just "wants" to go to sleep. Ray's mom takes his temperature and its almost 103. Ray calls me.
I immediately replay in my mind the last time something similar to this had happened. Grace was younger than Nate (actually Nate wasn't even born yet) and she had a swimming lesson we needed to get ready for. As I changed her, I could feel her body burning up. I took her temp- 104! I asked her if anything was bothering her, but she said she felt fine. Took her straight to the pediatrician's office and the doctor, who was quite surprised that Gracie had no complaints, informed me that she had strep throat.
I tell Ray to get a flashlight and take a look at Nate's throat. Nate's throat is really red, he told me. They come home and I take at look, and yes, his throat is very red. So I ask him, "Nate, is there anything bothering you?" "Yes, my throat," he says, as he is pointing to his throat. I'm just about sure it's strep throat at this point, so I get ready to take him over to the pediatrician's office (thank goodness the pediatrician's office is open 365 days a year and the office location that has the extended hours is right around the corner from my house).
So in we go, they take his temp, which has now FINALLY gone down to 100.3 nearly 3 hours after taking Tylenol. The nurse (is it wrong of me to want to say "Medical Assistant" here, which is what the "nurses" in doctors offices usually are, instead of calling her "nurse" since it correlates to the title that I am working so hard for??) asks me what we're there for. I tell her I think Nate has strep throat and she grabs the swabs to take a culture of his throat for one of those rapid strep tests. The doctor then comes in, does her thing, takes a look and says, "Yes, his throat is red." but the way she says it, it's like my whole reason for being at the office today was to confirm that Nate's throat was indeed red. I am keeping myself from laughing at this point because, while no, I am not a doctor and I don't know everything, I really didn't need the help of a doctor to interpret the color of Nate's throat. I can clearly see that it was red, AND all by myself, mind you. So, she tells me that we need to wait on the results of the strep test to see if we need an antibiotic or if its just viral and she had Nate and I wait in the chairs by the lab.
So we wait, but just for a few minutes.
A few minutes later, the lab finally puts Nate's paperwork up. Another nurse than the one we had talked to earlier (again, medical assistant) comes by and grabs it and by the look on her face, I knew exactly what the result was. The doctor, who was seeing another patient, comes out, out of the room and takes a look and tells me its positive for strep, tells me the normal things the doctor tells you when you need to take an antibiotic and then hands me Nate's prescription.
As of now, Nate is laying on the couch watching the Cars movie in his pj's with his teddy bear. He's so cute and SOOOOO calm, so you can tell the poor boy is really sick.
Now here's to the fun part of trying to keep the entire house from being contaminated, and of course, to my poor boy to feel better soon.
Nate woke up at 7:30am this morning saying, "Mommy, my mouth hurts when I close my mouth.
At this point, I didn't really think anything of this. You see, quite often, Grace wakes up in the morning with the "I slept with my mouth open and now it hurts" sore throat thing. She drinks some water and viola- all better. Also, with Grace's appliance that she just recently got put into her upper jaw (oh.....I think I may have forgotten to blog about this....sorry, will explain soon), she has been complaining about her mouth hurting when closing her teeth/jaw. So I just thought it was maybe hurting but maybe Nate using the same excuse as his sister as to what was actually hurting. But Nate seemed to go on his merry way with no other complaints at all.
Fast forward to 1pm. Ray takes Grace and Nate to his parent's house so that I can study and he can build us a new bed frame. It's raining and Grace and Nate are inside and apparently Nate looks sick and wants to go to sleep. Ok. He NEVER just "wants" to go to sleep. Ray's mom takes his temperature and its almost 103. Ray calls me.
I immediately replay in my mind the last time something similar to this had happened. Grace was younger than Nate (actually Nate wasn't even born yet) and she had a swimming lesson we needed to get ready for. As I changed her, I could feel her body burning up. I took her temp- 104! I asked her if anything was bothering her, but she said she felt fine. Took her straight to the pediatrician's office and the doctor, who was quite surprised that Gracie had no complaints, informed me that she had strep throat.
I tell Ray to get a flashlight and take a look at Nate's throat. Nate's throat is really red, he told me. They come home and I take at look, and yes, his throat is very red. So I ask him, "Nate, is there anything bothering you?" "Yes, my throat," he says, as he is pointing to his throat. I'm just about sure it's strep throat at this point, so I get ready to take him over to the pediatrician's office (thank goodness the pediatrician's office is open 365 days a year and the office location that has the extended hours is right around the corner from my house).
So in we go, they take his temp, which has now FINALLY gone down to 100.3 nearly 3 hours after taking Tylenol. The nurse (is it wrong of me to want to say "Medical Assistant" here, which is what the "nurses" in doctors offices usually are, instead of calling her "nurse" since it correlates to the title that I am working so hard for??) asks me what we're there for. I tell her I think Nate has strep throat and she grabs the swabs to take a culture of his throat for one of those rapid strep tests. The doctor then comes in, does her thing, takes a look and says, "Yes, his throat is red." but the way she says it, it's like my whole reason for being at the office today was to confirm that Nate's throat was indeed red. I am keeping myself from laughing at this point because, while no, I am not a doctor and I don't know everything, I really didn't need the help of a doctor to interpret the color of Nate's throat. I can clearly see that it was red, AND all by myself, mind you. So, she tells me that we need to wait on the results of the strep test to see if we need an antibiotic or if its just viral and she had Nate and I wait in the chairs by the lab.
So we wait, but just for a few minutes.
A few minutes later, the lab finally puts Nate's paperwork up. Another nurse than the one we had talked to earlier (again, medical assistant) comes by and grabs it and by the look on her face, I knew exactly what the result was. The doctor, who was seeing another patient, comes out, out of the room and takes a look and tells me its positive for strep, tells me the normal things the doctor tells you when you need to take an antibiotic and then hands me Nate's prescription.
As of now, Nate is laying on the couch watching the Cars movie in his pj's with his teddy bear. He's so cute and SOOOOO calm, so you can tell the poor boy is really sick.
Now here's to the fun part of trying to keep the entire house from being contaminated, and of course, to my poor boy to feel better soon.
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I hope he feels better soon. Lotsa sick boys around!
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