Today must have been the worst day of his teeny weeny life so far, all 4 months and 3 weeks of it – Little Xavier is sick.
We knew it would be inevitable that he will get sick some time, especially since we decided to put him into infant care, but we never thought it would be this soon. And my, I certainly never thought it will be this difficult to see my baby boy coughed and sniffed while looking at us with pleading eyes to comfort him.
The sniffling and coughing started 2 days ago, but he doesn’t seem to be in any discomfort and we thought it would pass soon. But when I saw his thermometer reading of 38.3 deg at 2.30am in the morning, I was stunned. Literally. And there starts the longest day ever since Xavier was born. The record for The Longest Day is still the day I delivered Xavier – nothing could beat that. Trust me.
Ok, to cut the long story short, we gave him baby panadol, and fever subsided to 37.5 by 6am but cough and siffles got worse. Went googling for a pediatric clinic that opens on a Public Holiday but couldn’t find any. So off we went to Thomson Medical 24-hr clinic, waited 45mins before we could see the doc, tested his blood, waited an hr for the results, did nebulizer for him (he was screaming and pleading – it was just terrible to watch), brought him home, had our lunch at 3pm (Thank god for McDonald’s), managed his fussing for the whole afternoon, and just when we thought we could get a breather, we found him at 38.9 deg high. Sponged him and rushed him to Raffles Hospital 24hr emergency clinic at 9pm, and finally put him to sleep at 12am after forcing horrible medicine down his throat.
It’s 2am now, almost 24hrs since the ordeal. I could still hear his whimpers and sighs, through the baby monitor, but I’m holding on to the tiny glimpse of hope that tomorrow will be a better day, for both him and us. His temperature is back down to 37 deg. Perhaps Daddy can finally get to play his golf, and Mummy get her beauty sleep.