Yesterday I took Claire to the doctor because she had been sniffly all weekend and was beginning to act like Not Herself. A little lethargic, less chatty, more tired, less appetite. They always say to bring her in if she has drainage of any kind so they can check her ears. The last two times she's had an ear infection and this seemed like another one.
Doc checked ears, throat, chest...and nothing could be found. She guessed it was likely a cold, but to watch it carefully, and sent us on our way. I am sure I will be billed more than $100 for a (literally) 3-minute event. (Non-event? Either way it's completely ridiculous.)
Claire had trouble sleeping last night and her breathing got a bit heavier as the snot thickened up. She woke up early, but was still obviously tired, yet could not manage to get back to sleep for more than 20 minutes. I suctioned her nose and she screamed horribly while I did it, but she was breathing more clearly and even playing some. It was with a heavy heart that I took her to daycare and went to work. I left her in pajamas since the torture of changing clothes was more than either of us could bear after the snot sucker. I knew she wasn't feeling 100% but she wasn't running a fever or coughing and the Doctor DID SAY she was fine.
Claire spit up a lot today. It wasn't the number of times that was alarming, but rather the volume expelled the two times she did. I'm starting to wonder where the line is between baby spit up and plain old sickie baby vomit.
They called me in the middle of the day (which made my heart leap out of my chest when I saw the number on my caller ID - it's the first time they've EVER called). They told me that she had barfed all over her clothes AND her back-up clothes so when I pick her up don't be alarmed that they had to put her in random back-up clothes for babies whose (bad) mothers do not pack enough clothes. (I thought one back-up outfit was enough, but no.)
She spiked a fever of 101 by 3pm that afternoon when I picked her up and spent the entire afternoon at home sitting on my lap with her head on my chest while she watched her father perform various chores. She hasn't sat that still and that quietly, for that long, since she was just weeks old. She's teething, she's growing, she has a cold. Poor sweetheart must just feel like crap.
She went to bed at 5 tonight - a full two hours early. I have a feeling if we have a rough night and she's not feeling better by tomorrow we'll be back at the Doctor's office for an actual diagnosis this time around.