It all started Saturday. When I got K out of bed, I noticed she was quite warm. She had a temperature of 100.9 at the time. Gave her some ibuprofen (did you know that it’s very hard to find acetaminophen right now?) and I took E to church. Poor fever girl had to stay home with Daddy. While I was gone, he took her temperature and it was 99.6. Ended up giving her more ibuprofen once more.

This morning, it was even higher at 101.4. So we called the doctor. Of course, our pediatrician is on vacation! Nothing against her (oh my, I love her like I’ve never loved a doctor), everyone needs a vacation! However, it just figures! The last time E and I were sick, our doctor was out, too!

However, they made an appointment for us to come in at 11:45. That only gave us an hour and forty minutes to get ready and get there, and we ended up being 17 minutes late. So we got to wait, some more.

Oh, yes, this is where parents everywhere are gasping that we bothered to take her to the doctor at this point. Let me explain. She had no other symptoms that we could see, so with someone with her kidney and bladder issues? She needs to be checked right away for infections in those areas. I honestly can’t remember the temperature limit we were told for bringing her in for this but when talking to the on-call nurse she said we should take K in. I think the limit is somewhere around 100 or 101. Oh, and this is K’s FIRST fever. I don’t even remember her having any in the NICU and she has, in her 15 months, not been sick.

It ended up taking all of our day to drop E off with Grandma and Grandpa, go to the doctor, finally get lunch around 2:30, get through the store, and pick E up again. E already hates going with us to K’s appointments and he’s not very accommodating so as soon as I heard they were going to need to give K a catheter, for a urine sample, I knew he had to go somewhere else.

Poor baby, it was no fun for her either. Since Steve had to hold her for her shots last week, I guess it was my turn to hold her to get her cath. I swear, she was mad at me for the next half an hour. It was no fun. Thankfully it was over rather quickly.

They tested it there and didn’t find anything that would be telling of an infection but sent off a culture in the lab. If I don’t hear from the office by Friday, I’m supposed to call. In the meantime, we’re just supposed to keep an eye on her fever. If nothing comes back from the lab, they’re just going to chalk it up to an otherwise symptomless fever. (I am pretty positive she’s not teething, the doctor didn’t see anything else wrong such as an ear infection, and it’s been too long since the shots for them to be the cause.)

We had lunch at a rather new place called Oriental Buffet and when we were finished, Steve went to pay while I took K in search of a changing table in the bathroom. Their restrooms are off a hallway that you have to go through a door to get to. Right in front of that door, my feet just went right out from under me and I went down. Thankfully, I landed on my left knee and, I believe, my right foot was still planted where it started. A Chinese man was on break and he came running when he saw me go down and helped me up. The floor was really slick there, I guess it could have been water, but it seemed to greasy for water. There were no wet floor signs out. I went on into the bathroom and, not finding a changing table, headed back out. Three of the ladies that worked there were hovering around the door. “Are you ok, are you ok?!” I said I was fine, but now my knee hurts. Boo. My back, too, but I think that’s from tensing up when I fell, making sure I didn’t drop K and such. She was completely fine, thankfully.

I’m not sure I mentioned this, but this is actually the second time I’ve fallen with her… in a month. Unreal. I think I tripped once with E when he was little and it wasn’t a big deal because we both landed on the couch. The last time with K, I was stepping off our patio onto the stepping stones. I misjudged the step and landed partially off the stone, into wet grass. That set me off balance and I went down to the left. I was carrying her in the left arm, and now I see it in slow motion, I was able to pull her close so her head didn’t crash into the concrete patio. That freaked me out big time. This time was not that bad.

Steve said I should watch my step better but I swear, this time it was not my fault!