Last night around 9pm as I was administering the girls meds, my arm brushed Alice's head and instantly I felt it warm. I did not feel the need to panic, however my step was quick to find the thermometer. I methodically perceived the next moments of decision making to be based off of what Alice's temperature would be. When the thermometer read 101.7F, I immediately told Lisy who immediately called the doctor, who immediately made the order for her to be taken to the hospital. By this time, the feeling of urgency is surging. I rush to start the car and notice my arms are starting to sweat, Lisy rushes to pack the usual overnight supplies. A quick prayer with the family, out the door with Alice, and into the car on our way to the familiar destination. I arrived at the 4th floor with Alice in arms and bags in hands ready for directions to the prepared room. Vitals and blood is taken for testing. I do a fair job of disguising my anxiousness with light conversation and forced laughs.
Mom: "Alice you have a fever we need to take you to the hospital tonight."
Alice: "Yeaaaaaaah, I go home to my room?"
Alice: "Dad, take me to my room, OK Dad?"
Upon Arrival and looking from the outside of the hospital.
Alice: "There's my room Dad, I want Backyardigans."
Dad: "Alice, are you sick?"
Dad: Alice, do you feel sick?"
Moral of the Story:
I wouldn't sweat if I had Alice's perspective........I'll work on it.
She had a confirmed fever and we are currently waiting for blood test results. Most likely a virus is the cause, and her new system is getting a test drive. We will be here; most likely until tomorrow. The doctors will take no chances therefore will require a couple nights. Will post video and pictures soon.