Winnie had her 2-month pediatrician appointment on Friday (at an adjusted gestational age of 39w4d). She weighed in at 7 lb 7 oz and is starting to plump out with baby fats everywhere. She also got her first round of shots, which started out ok. Of course she fussed a bit when she got stuck…which was to be expected, but she calmed down quickly.
What wasn’t expected was the “mild fever” that she “may develop.” I very loosely use the words “mild fever,” because what we had was a raging 4-alarm fire wrapped in a swaddle blanket by the time I got home from my “just-in-case” run to the HEB to get Tylenol. When I left, Em had a slightly fussy baby. When I got back an hour later, tropical depression Winnie had turned into a Category 5 hurricane.
We’re not sure how high the fever got because why would we use a rectal thermometer when we have a space-age laser guided temporal thermometer? The temporal thermometer never registered over 99°F. When we were finally able to find Emily’s ovulation thermometer (after the first dose of Infant Tylenol), we were coming down to only 101°F. We hovered around 100°F for the next day or so.
In the long run, only a minor inconvenience and a good learning experience in being extra-prepared. Oh, and rectal thermometers. Every time.