I am not a medical professional. Please do not take any of my rambling opinions as sound advice.
So today, Little man ran a high fever, that we got under control before nap. After nap, he woke up with the high fever again. I treated it, waited an hour, saw no improvement, and made the call to take him in. To give the full back story--he's been running a small fever since Friday night for sure, and it's been off and on for the past four days. We had taken him to the Dr. on Monday--she said it was just a cold, he'd be fine. He is fine.
Anyway, we get to the ER and my little boy who had been lethargically mopping around the house, resting on the blankets (highly irregular for Mr. All-Boy) turns back into super kid when he spots a collection of toys in the lobby.... We report to the triage nurse and I explain that he was at a 101.5+ fever when we left. She takes his temp--he's at 98.4. I'm starting to feel like those crazy hypochondriac mothers who take their kids to the hospital to get attention.
Peanut is seen by at least 7 different people when all is said and done--most of the time while waiting he runs around our patient room. He received a breathing treatment, which did make a notable difference in his breathing, and I hope that it helps him sleep better through the night. He also earned two perscriptions and directives to give him more Tylenol and ibuprofen.
I still don't know if I made the right call. I feel like maybe he didn't really need what he was given at the hospital--like they give you breathing treatments and amoxicillin because that's a standard practice for a kid who comes in with a nasty cold. It's become the sure all, which I am only contributing to the likelihood that diseases are going to become super resilient to these meds because they are over prescribed. At the same time, a little guy shouldn't have a serious cold like this for so long... looking back he was likely fighting symptoms for most of the previous week.
Long story short, I wish I had a reliable thermometer. Once upon a time, we had a temporal lobe scanner... I have tore this house apart and for the life of me, it is no where to be found.