Last weekend, Quinlan spiked a fever of 103.9 when daddy was watching him and mommy was away with the car. This had both of us nervous, as Quinlan has not really been sick since leaving the NICU. We called the pediatrician's office and were given parameters to monitor him to determine if we needed to bring him to the hospital.
Quinlan did not have any signs of a respiratory infection, stomach issues, nor a rash, so we waited it out. After 2 days of 101-103 deg fevers, we went to the pediatrician's office for a holiday sick visit (as it was Patriot's Day and the regular office was closed.) By the time we drove down to Braintree, Quinlan was barely warm, cooing, and playing as if nothing was wrong. The doctor looked in his ears, listened to his lungs, and declared that he was fine.
During his fever, all he wanted to do was read and be held. We kept him in cool clothing, tried to keep him hydrated, and enjoyed ever moment holding him.
For a short time, he forgot that he was more interested in exploring the world and just wanted the comfort of his parents. And we obliged. We took turns holding him, and read through a good portion of his book shelf. Allowing him to turn the pages or just nuzzle against our necks.
He slept surprisingly well, and was awoken only when we went to check in on him and give him another dose of Motrin. This was a pleasant surprise, as friends whose kids had recently been ill told us woes of being up with them every 40 minutes.
By Marathon Monday, or Patriot's Day, Quinlan was well on the mend with both parents home to support him. This meant that the 3 of us were far from the finish line when the bombs went off. An unforeseen blessing.
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