Day +5: Thursday, 3/13/08

Yesterday started out as a "normal" day for me but not so great for Kylie. Clinic was uneventful (don't get me wrong...that's NOT a complaint.) We think Kylie was having a reaction to her vaccines because she spit up every feeding...and I mean every feeding, that's every 3 hrs! But it was beautiful outside: 75degrees and cloudless! So Jim, Kylie, and I decided to enjoy the day by going to the Sarah P. Duke Gardens right behind the hospital. We walked some and sat some, fed Kylie...what a day! Then we decided that I really needed a big floppy hat and lightweight long sleeve since I shouldn't be in direct sun with my meds...so we went to Wal-Mart (it was 3 in the afternoon and not many people there.) Kylie spit up just as we were walking into the door. Then I decided to show Jim the town of Hillsborough on top of it all (just a leisurely drive!) Well, I was pooped and falling asleep on the way back to the apartment. I rarely take my temp during the day, usually at medicine time in the morning and night. But for some reason (and no, I wasn't feeling badly...) I decided to pull out the ole thermometer when we got home....100.2degrees...the cutoff point to call the clinic is 100.5. I waited 15 minutes and laid down. At 4pm my temp hit 100.4...time to call the clinic. I call the clinic if it's during open hours or have to go to the hospital during off hours. You want to try to get into clinic if at all possible because the hosptial is slow and tedious. "Come on in Heather!" To complicate things...what else was "scheduled" at 4pm? Kylie feeding! So we fed her quickly (good thing she's fast?!) Kylie spit up (see a reoccurring theme here?) Got to clinic about 4:45pm. Temp was at 99.9 (go figure!) But they went ahead and did blood cultures (sees if there are any infections). What that also means is that some of the blood has to be drawn thru my arm to make sure that it's not my hickman that is carrying the infection. Now my veins suck...there's not other way to say it. So after 2 pokes and a tag team of doctor and nurse to hold everything still so the vein wouldn't collapse, we got the blood we needed (the little white happy pill I took earlier helped me not to freak out ;) ) Tylenol, a 1hr antibiotic drip that gave me bright red checks, and I was sent on my way home. To top everything off, Kylie was at her prime last night which meant very little sleep for Jim...again...see a reoccurring theme? Kylie...can you say LONG DAY?