A few weeks ago, Megan (and all her little friends) shared a virus. I didn't think Adam would get it (all those special antibodies from nursing and all), but about 3 days after Megan got rid of it, Adam had a fever. I had just read a few days before that you should call a doctor if a newborn runs a fever of over 100 degrees. I called expecting an answer of, "Give him tylenol and bring him in tomorrow." Well, the doctor said, "I'll call and have them ready to admit him." So, Adam and I drove over to the hospital at 11:30 and had a whole plethora of horrible things done. They drew blood, inserted a catheter, hung him by his arms to get an x-ray and then spent half an hour trying to insert the iv. Each thing seemed worse than the thing before. It was horrible to watch. Needless to say, neither of us really slept until 4:30 in the morning. The only symptom Adam really had was a fever. Anyway, they were erring on the side of caution and checking to make sure it wasn't a bacterial infection or something serious. Plus, I guess it doesn't take much for a little guy to get dehydrated. We stayed for 36 hours until the blood work came back to show that he didn't have a bacterial infection. By that point, Adam was in pretty good shape again. He was fever free, hydrated and happy to not have an iv in his head (or maybe it was me that was thrilled to have a wire and tube free baby.)
Overall, it was a very exhausting several days. Chad took the day off and Chad's mom came over for the day to help with Megan and so I could go home for a few hours to take a nap. Megan came up to visit before bed on Wednesday and played with the hospital bed and read a few books with me. She also came up on Thursday morning with grandma before we were finally released.