Not too long ago, I wrote about Momsomnia's elusive origins. Tonight I can say with full certainty that my Momsomnia is due to Henry's 102.1 degree fever.
I guess it was inevitable, given how I sick feel. But it's still nerve-wracking. I've had 102 degree fevers in my life, but I've never before had a baby nor a baby with a 102 degree fever. I'm in uncharted waters.
I feel like the universe is giving me a giant smack-down in response to my recent post swearing off all baby books . Because, of course, as soon as I registered his elevated temperature, I flipped through the very books I had condemned, while Rayne cross-referenced my work with Dr. Interwebs.
Naturally, we came up with a variety of "truths": Give acetaminophen for discomfort regardless of the temperature. Give acetaminophen or ibuprofen only for a fever of 102.6 degrees or higher, taken rectally. (This seems suspiciously specific, if you ask me.) Don't give acetaminophen, only ibuprofen, because acetaminophen can make the fever register higher. (??? That was from Dr. I.)
Luckily, all sources agreed that we should strip Henry down to his diaper to allow him to cool.
That was a few hours ago. Since then he has awoken us multiple times with piercing cries. To attempt sleep only to be woken up with a jolt time after time is a parent's Sisyphean task. Do I submit once again?
For now I watch him on the baby monitor -- my little diapered angel, thumb in mouth -- hoping he will sleep the rest of the night. For his sake, not mine.