The Zoe Chronicles - First trip to the hospital

Well, I suppose we are quite lucky since up until last night, we have never had to go to the Princess Margaret Hospital for Children That Don't Feel Good. Almost 15 months. Alas, our girl has had a fever and yesterday I bought the high tech ear thermometer (because our digital ones consistently read a degree or two low) only to find out that she was running 40.6 degrees C. This is hot. So, I called Health Direct, an 800 number with nurses to answer questions. I had about 5 questions; What is the best way to cool her down? What should she sleep in? Can we alternate panedol and neurephen? etc etc. The nurse rattled on for 15 minutes and then I said "I've just got a couple questions" (see questions previously stated) and her response was (and curtly) "I am hanging up now. This is a triage service and I have 100 callers waiting. I have given you the advice. You are to take the baby to the hospital in the next 5 minutes. Don't dress her. Take her as she is." Helen, you are a COW. I wasn't worried about the fever until I talked to you. And, uh, hello (cow) you never previously mentioned that we were to take her to the hospital IN THE NEXT 5 MINUTES. Anyhoo, so we rushed off to a lovely 4 hour wait at said Princess Margaret Hospital for Children That Don't Feel Good. Zoe is still running quite hot, but she's fine. It's an unexplained fever. I guess they happen.

In other news, I just finished Zoe's Halloween costume. We are having a party on Friday afternoon for the moms and babies we know (I mean, COME ON, how cute is a dressed up baby?) and I made her a Cave girl outfit. Very low tech, but looks pretty damn cute. I hope it fits or she'll be dressed as Trailer Trash Baby (just running around in her nappy with a can of beer). I don't want to resort to that. But, regardless, I'll post photos.

Must dash, dinner is served, and I'm starving. Cave girl starving. I was at the Princess Margaret Hospital For Children That Don't Feel Good all last night and didn't get to have a dinner. I must make up for it.

Good night. And, Zoe, sleep tight little girl. I'm sure you'll feel better in the morning!
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