Well that was 2 days of fun. :( LG was miserable all day Monday and on Tuesday I was initially pleased that he slept a lot after the grumpiness of the day before. Around about teatime I started to get worried when he hadn't been interested in feeding, and when I picked him up to see if I could coax him to have a little nurse he shrieked with pain. Immediately after the shrieking he rolled his eyes up and went straight back to sleep. He needed his nappy changing, and strated to scream again, so I called the doctor. They told me to go the the hospital. After a merry run around where it turns out they had told me the wrong farking hospital, the hospital I WAS at took one look at LG, who by this time was white as a sheet with red eyes and huffing and puffing and got a doctor. He was admitted to the paediatric ward with a dangerously high temperature (which I hadn't noticed because his extremities were stone cold - which apparently is an even worse sign!) and a rash, and I got to stay on a really uncomfortable camp bed beside him. Lovely.
He had to have a lumbar puncture to check for meningitis, which thankfully it wasn't, and was put immediately on antibiotics, which, because he is a baby, have to be given intravenously. They say they start treatment for the worst case scenario straight away with babies this young and back off once they have reassurance it is nothing sinister.
Anyway, next morning LG was seen by the consultant, and was looking nothing at all like a poorly baby. He was smiling and cooing, his test results had come back clear for meningitis but with elevated white blood cells and something else suggesting an infection of some kind, but the full results won't be back till tomorrow morning and it is possible we'll never know what caused the high temperature. So the consultant switched us over to once a day antibiotics. They have the advantage that we have been able to come home and just go back for the next couple of days for his dose, but unfortunately they sting going in the IV line. So he's not impressed with that. :( He has to keep his cannula in, and keeps whacking himself in the face with it.
On the plus side, they weighed him to get the correct drug dose, and he is a hefty 6.32 kilos - a smidgen short of 14lbs! No wonder my right arm aches from carrying that around all the time.
Ski actually, I WILL change it to TT. I like that better! Don't tell Clucky, but I'm going to see 2 nice cobs tomorrow, after hospital, of course.