I am a pediatric nurse. I think, most of the time, I'm a pretty good one too. At work I don't loose my cool when a kid has a high temperature, stops breathing, or has a seizure. There isn't much I haven't dealt with while on the job. Here though, in my own home it is all a different story. I thought asthma was the worst thing in the world when Will was wheezing a couple months ago and I had to torture him with albuterol treatments. My little fishy was so brave and took it well. With the worst winter now behind us, I thought it would have taken with it all of its illnesses, fevers and ailments. I was sadly mistaken. As soon as I got home from work last night Emily started acting sick, had the shivers and was cold. We put her to bed with Motrin and a fever of 101. I checked her twice before I finally went to bed and she was fine. This morning when we woke up she was at 103 and I haven't gotten it down all day. Now, I am freaking out. With a temp of 104.6 things are getting a little too crazy for my home. Taking her to the doctor in 30 minutes. It is so funny how all my expertise and training means nothing to me when I am at home.
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