When the men got back from their walk with Georgia yesterday, she continued to be so unbelievably whiney and unhappy, we put her to bed at 6pm. She rolled over to me, her Grover in one arm and her hands on my face and fell promptly asleep. Sometime around 9pm she woke up again crying for her Daddy. He went in to her and we didn't hear anything from him again until 10:30pm when he said she was shivering/shaking uncontrollably. That scared me and I called the children's emergency number to see what to do. It turns out, there is a doctor on-call for our area and they notified him and sent him to us!

By the time the doctor arrived, Georgia had fallen asleep in her Daddy's lap and was breathing easily (through her mouth and no longer shaking). So the doctor asked whether she had a fever, diarrhea or was vomiting (no) and told us to leave her be to sleep and recover and left his cell number.

Somewhere around 1am, Georgia woke up crying and I tried to disentangle myself from Dean to comfort her (Sven had disappeared) but by the time I got to her, she had worked herself up and when Sven reappeared, vomited all over him, herself and the bed. Not only that, she was literally burning up. We took her out, cleaned her up and measured her temp (103.3). Getting really worried now. I gave her some more children's motrin (which is just ibprofen, something I didn't know before) and then discussed back and forth whether to call the doctor back. Sven was against it, so I of course turned to the internet and asked friends and family for their opinions. They all said to call the doctor and give myself peace of mind. Sven was still opposed, so I made the (mistake) of waking his mother for her opinion (hoping she'd be on my side). She wasn't. She thought the doctor wouldn't do anything more than give Georgia paracetomol and since she'D just had ibprofen, he couldn't really do anything at all.

So they wrapped her legs in cool towels instead, which was torture for her. Making her lie on the couch and have those towels wrapped around her again and again (because she was so hot, she kept heating them up). However, her temperature did slowly sink and she calmed down somewhat (I'm giving the motrin credit here) and so sometime after 2am we all headed back to bed.

This morning, exhausted and hardly functioning, she woke us up somewhat cheerfully. Her temp was down from 39.6 to 39.5...so she got another dose of motrin and has spent the day drinking bottle after bottle and watching movies. She continues to be whiney, but is playing, did eat and her fever has gone down.

To reassure myself about Dean, I did talk to Andrea this morning and she said: 1. Dean should be perfectly safe and immune to her cold, but to try (if at all possible) to keep her from kissing him, make sure and nurse him continually (since the antibodies to the cold are in the milk) and if he does get a fever, keep him cool and keep nursing.
and 2., It is possible that Georgia's cold IS a result of her having to adjust to Dean now being her permanantly. The stress got the better of her and is coming out in the form of a nasty fever. She said that small children are very susceptible to fevers due to big life-changes. That would mean of course, that it's all my fault she's sick. *sigh*

I just read the last comment posted to my blog by a lurker named Christy and although I don't know who you are, I wanted to thank you for taking the time to comment. I appreciate it and especially what you wrote. Thank you.

Here's to a better (healthier) night ahead of us.