Quinn already wasn't a happy camper because after eleven days of vacation Jarrod had to go back to work on January second. Of course I didn't think it through when I scheduled a doctor's appointment for her on the same day, complete with shots. She seemed a little extra sleepy that day, but fine in general. Thursday was okay as well, but Friday. Friday was no bueno at all. She developed a slight fever, napped a lot, then got happy when Jarrod got home from work.
That night her fever got up to 102° (F) and neither Jarrod, Quinn, nor I got much sleep. We kept giving her Tylenol every four hours to keep her fever down, but it didn't really seem to help her feel better. When we finally got her to sleep, she was in bed with us. I don't mind her sleeping with us, but we don't get very good sleep that way.
I hate not knowing what to do. We debated taking her to the ER or minor emergency when she threw up a bit super early Saturday morning. We debated all day whether or not to take her to immediate care (now I wish we would have), but she seemed to be getting better. I was still worried about her not eating, but we just offered her anything to get her to eat or drink something.
Saturday was spent watching Phinneas and Ferb, Backyardigans, and some football while cuddling on the couch. Jarrod's mom came over to help and Quinn cheered up a little. She wouldn't let us put her in her crib to nap, so she took turns napping on all of us. Saturday night she started playing a little bit, cuddled when my mom and aunt visited her, and seemed to be getting better; sleeping that night went a little better than Friday.
Sunday we skipped church (again, unfortunately) and had a repeat of Saturday. Quinn started playing even more Sunday evening, but I tried to keep her calm so she wouldn't get worse. I thought everything was fine, but that night we only wound up getting three hours of sleep and not all at once. She tossed and turned and couldn't seem to get comfortable. It was downright pitiful. She did finally let me put her in her crib sometime in the four o'clock hour. This entire thing has just saddened me because she is uncomfortable and in pain and sad and I just can't do anything about it.
Monday she woke up just before Jarrod and I at 5:30 and I tended to her while Jarrod got ready for work. We chilled and watched some cartoons and she actually ate some food (a slice of cheese and half a yogurt). She was drinking water almost as much as before she was sick then she fell asleep about 9:30. She slept for three hours. Of course I couldn't sleep though. Typical. I wanted to call and get her an appointment with her doctor, but I had no idea when she was going to wake up since she hadn't really slept all night so I didn't call. Again, I wish I had.
I called right after she woke up from her nap because I could tell she wasn't getting any better. She was warm (no fever, though), sluggish, and her eyes were swollen. My poor baby girl was just miserable. Unfortunately the earliest appointment they had was Tuesday morning first thing. I went ahead and made the appointment. Quinn started coughing and crying after I hung up with the doctor's office and I felt like I had to do something sooner so I called my mom. She calmed me down (thanks!) and I decided to go ahead and take Quinn to immediate care.
They're always busy, but they had a sign out that said "Expect a 1 1/2 to 2 hour wait." and after signing in, I did debate leaving because she was antsy and fussy and wanted to touch EVERYTHING, but we stuck it out. About an hour into our wait Jarrod's mom came up to help out and she was a HUGE help. Seriously, Deborah if you are reading this I cannot thank you enough for giving me some sanity.
During our wait Quinn would go from happy, but calm to crying and angry in nothing flat. We spent a lot of time cuddling and rocking. Deborah blew up two gloves in the waiting room for Quinn to play with and we finally got to see the doctor. Quinn hates getting poked and prodded or even touched by strangers. She'll wave to her heart's content, but don't touch her. The doc had to look in both her ears, take a nose swab to test for RSV (it's not RSV, by the way), and listen to her breathe with the stethoscope and I think she hated that the most. Then he sent in the nurse to give Quinn a breathing treatment.
One minute into the breathing treatment and she was asleep. That was about 3:20. They said the RSV test would only take 30 minute, but it took an hour. After her breathing treatment, which she slept through, we moved out to the lobby to wait. She slept the entire time out there, the trip back to a room, the doctor coming in to tell us it was bronchitis, and out to the car. We finally got to head home about 4:30 where she promptly cuddled with daddy.
I'm definitely more calm than I was this weekend. Part of it is having an answer as to what's wrong with her (and the prescriptions) and part of it is definitely writing it all out. This is the first big health problem we've had with Quinn and it was downright scary at times. I think I prayed more over the past four days than I have in the last few months. I just thank God for my daughter and that she will be okay and thank all of you who prayed for her as well. Hopefully Jarrod and I will stay healthy albeit tired and Quinn will get better and we'll be a little happier up in here.