Although we absolutely LOVE Dr. Yocum, Bekah’s pediatrician, we really do try to avoid seeing her. In fact, until this past week, we were on a record-breaking streak of not going to (or even calling) the doctor.
Then, last Friday, Bekah started getting cranky.
We thought maybe she was suddenly getting more teeth, but since two bottom teeth had just appeared at once a few days before, we thought it was probably a little soon for more. (Although who knows with Bekah. She hasn’t exactly been easy to predict.)
She was a little crankier Saturday, and for the first time in a few months she didn’t sleep through the night. (We’re a little spoiled. Bekah pretty much came home from open heart surgery sleeping from 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. It is wonderful!)
By Sunday afternoon her nose was runny and she looked miserable. We started to worry that being awake and angry three times a night was going to be an unpleasant trend when she did it again Sunday night.
When I took her temperature Monday morning and she had a slight fever we decided to call the doctor…so much for our streak. The best part was that they asked us how much Tylenol we’d given her.
The correct answer: one dose—and we were nervous about giving her that. Ha! We gave Bekah medicine that could easily stop her heart before heart surgery and for a month after, but we are deathly afraid of Tylenol. You’d have thought I was attempting nuclear fission Monday morning as I measured and remeasured the dose.
Let’s just say that the nurses at Dr. Yocum’s office were not surprised to see us Monday afternoon, but they did keep their joking to a minimum. Well, until I told them how many times I measured the Tylenol.
Anyhow, we thought we’d ride it out medicine free (other than one more carefully measured dose of Tylenol), and thankfully she was sleeping through the night again by Tuesday night. By Wednesday she seemed to be getting better, but on Thursday she started to cough. I took her back to the doctor on Friday, just to make sure that her lungs sounded clear.
Bekah had her first stitches when she was a day old to hold in a chest tube and some umbilical lines for blood work. She has had feeding tubes, monitors, IV lines and a myriad other things (oh yeah, and that little thing with open heart surgery)…and I took her to the doctor last week for a cold. Twice.
Read the rest of Sarah and Rebekah’s story through her blog, Following Your Heart.