Haylie's had a fever since yesterday morning. I've been giving her ibuprofen and the fever will break for about an hour, then come right back. She was up for most of the night - and consequently, so was I. On a selfish note, I did sort of enjoy being able to snuggle with her last night - she's at that age where snuggling doesn't happen much. Anway, I called the doctor today and they are really getting on my nerves. Her fever is at 103 (!) Here's how the conversation went down:
Me: My daughter has had a temperature for 24 hours and it's up to 103 now and not going down.
Receptionist: We'll have a nurse call you back.
Me: I really think she needs to be seen - she hasn't eaten anything since yesterday morning - she's really not doing well
Receptionist: We'll have a nurse call you back
Me: Do you have any idea how long it will take for the nurse to call me? (I've had this experience before - you call at 10am and don't hear from anyone until 4pm - not helpful)
Receptionist: No, I don't have that information - there are several calls ahead of you and she'll answer them in the order received.
Me: So, in the meantime, as my daughter's temperature keeps rising, what am I supposed to do?
Receptionist: I am not a nurse. I cannot give advice.
Me: Alright. Thanks for nothing. (No, I didn't really say that, but I was thinking it)
So, here's a picture of my poor, sweet thing looking pitiful on the couch.