We were at the hospital around 7 this morning. Darn fever! It was in this moment that I realized how important it was for us to be at the Target House. I had been watching her temp closely all night. I think I checked it every hour to an hour and a half. She stayed in the upper 99's all night and was generally just restless and uncomfortable. She can't have Tylenol, so I just held her and tried to keep her comfortable. Let's just say momma didn't sleep much either.
By 6:45 her temp had hit 100.4, the magic number. I got up, threw my computer and iPad in my bag, grabbed my phone, managed to brush my teeth and ran out the door. I didn't wash my face or brush my hair. Thank goodness this short hair is growing out and I can put it in a ponytail. So, we have been sitting in B Clinic since we got here. She has had a dose of Vancomycin, a catch-all that hits the body pretty hard and one other antibiotic that I did not catch the name of. We are waiting on a room.
Her fever broke on its own and is now 98.2. Geez! Even still, we are here for the long-haul. Probably a week. Even if she doesn't run a fever again, we are still here until her counts rise above 500. I prayed last night that God would let his fever pass, but that if the hospital was the safest place for Lucy we would accept that. I guess He felt she needed to be here and we are just going to be thankful we have a safe place to rest. This is all part of the process. We just have to roll with the punches--good and bad.
We are about to move to our room now. I will update later today.