Sat down downstairs once my parents arrived, and only then did it occur to me: Katy's discharge papers mentioned something about a fever. Searched the house for the papers and yup, they say to call the doc with a fever over 100.4.
Over much protest ("I'm fine!"), take Katy's temperature again and .... drumroll please .... 102.4!
No other symptoms - doc points us to mastitis and prescribes ibuprofen rest and antibiotics. Fever comes down some by bedtime but there's plenty of Ryan to go around. All ... night .... long. My back decides to go out of whack for a while.
We go in 2-3 hr shifts. Katys temp is 99.4 in the morning, less than the doc-defined limit of 101 that would trigger an emergency room visit.
Ryan decides to change from 3-4 hr feeding to 1-2 hr feeding. I will hand it to him: The kid has timing.
Fun so far:
Week 1: C-section after 32 hrs labor, followed by edge of hell Ryan screaming on day 3 that forces bottle feed. Late in week, Ryans weight still down, switched to force feed every 3 hr diet to get weight up.
Week 2: Force feeding works in early week 2 despite icy weather, 9oz gain in 4 days. Rest of week is relatively uneventful, besides the every other night freak out from 11-4am. Almost clam bake Ryan on the way to Ashland by overdressing him in the car seat.
Week 3: Every other day freakout, I think it was thanksgiving at some point .... blurry. Oh yeah, then the above. And, Ryan comes down with a stuffy nose. Buy humidifier for his room. Stuffy nose making him cranky. As if that was a change. However, it is now more incessant than ever.
Ryan is showing signs that he intends to celebrate his 3 week birthday at 1:14 am with a full on, balls to the wall freakout.
Yay!
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