Tonight this Mama is thankful to be home.
With some answers.
Our day started out with our Princess coughing. She can go from sniffles in the morning to full-blown asthma by nightfall, bless her. She’s been doing a lot better with these times occurring less and less often.
But today the sound of her coughing was the first thing I heard this morning. I checked her temperature around 10:30 and again at noon. Both times it was doing what I expected. Low grade and slowly rising. When I checked it again mid-afternoon though, I felt like I’d won “Worst Mama of the Year” award. It was high. Higher than I ever remember it being.
And that was not okay.
I took her robe off of her in hopes of cooling her down some, and I called the number I’m supposed to call to get permission to take her to the doctor. Imagine my surprise when the trained professional on the other end told me to wait it out. She gave suggestions for home care, but bottom line was, “If it gets worse, call us back.”
This did not set well with me. I once had a pediatrician tell me to trust my “Mama instincts.” I really appreciated that, the fact that he valued my perceptions and concerns as an integral part of his taking care of my children. So today, when I called thinking someTHING needed to be done to help my sick baby, and I was told to “wait it out,” Mama’s instincts flew out the window and Anxiety Girl showed up. She has quite the imagination, that one. And she’s really good at making me panic.
I held it together though. With the help of those who love us listening and reaffirming my concerns, I kicked Anxiety Girl to the curb, and me and my instincts made the decision to take our Princess in to be seen by a doctor. (Especially when the fever hadn’t broken four hours after taking medicine.) I made a call to the Med Stop to confirm they were still open. When talking with the nurse there, I explained what had been going on. “Oh yes,” she said. “Y’all need to come on now.”
And I’m glad we did. I have a sick Princess, who did need medicine prescribed to get better.
Tonight I’m thankful for folks who empower me and my “Mama instincts.” I give thanks for a good doctor and kind staff who made my girl feel special, even when they had to do what she feared most–stick that swab down her throat. I am thankful that I went with what I thought instead of waiting for a person to give me permission to be concerned. And I’m grateful that what my baby has found the most comfort in today has been cuddling with me. Even though she’s almost 10 and nearly as tall as I am, she still wants her Mama when she doesn’t feel good. Tonight as we curl up on the couch, where apparently we’re sleeping tonight at her request, and watch late night programming on a channel where the shows are Mama-approved, I will smell her hair and kiss her forehead, and be grateful that we are here together. And we are okay. Or will be as soon as the medicine kicks in.
It’s time for this tired Mama to call it a night. There is little that makes one feel as vulnerable as seeing his or her baby sick and miserable. But first I want to make sure all you folks loving on your children hear this: trust yourselves. Ask questions. You know your littles and big ones better than anyone. Trust that.
Love to all.