Last night just before bed Vivian (who had been having a horrible headache all day) started crying about her head again. I felt her forehead and it was warm. I gave her Ibuprofen and she went to bed and immediately fell asleep. She woke up an hour later (the others were still awake), crying and taking her clothes off because she was "so hot." I helped her get undressed and took her downstairs and got a popsicle while I searched for a working thermometer. Her temperature was 101 F, which wasn't bad, but she had already had medicine so it was clear she had a fever.
Meanwhile, Chris was playing one last pick-up hockey game before all the rinks closed.
Vivian was also complaining it hurt to breath. She often gets croup so I put her back to sleep on a crib mattress that we still have on the floor in the living room. I tried to fall asleep on the couch, while I googled symptoms of "children and coronavirus" because that helps when you need to sleep.
We were up multiple times and I called the pediatrician at 4:11 am to get advice, with no call back. I called again at 7:30 am, with no call back. Vivian slept on and off fitfully. All the kids were up naturally by 8:00 am. I was starting to panic that the pediatrician overnight had been overwhelmed by an alarming amount of emergency calls due to Coronavirus.
Finally around 11:30 I called the pediatrician again and said I had called twice before and she was still complaining that it "hurt to breath." This time they called back within 20 minutes.
We had an appointment early afternoon. Just as we went to leave the house Sam said, "hey Viv, I hope it goes well and you feel better soon. And I hope you don't have Coronavirus." That apparently had not occurred to her yet. Getting in the car was really, really fun.
At the appointment, they tested her for Strep because her throat was red- negative (she has never had strep), ruled out Croup because the cough was not Croup-like, asked if I wanted a flu test, which I declined, and ruled out testing for Coronavirus.
The questions at this point for triage calls are based around, fever, cough, travel (outside of US- Puerto Rico gives pause), and contact with Coronavirus confirmed patient.
In our town, we have three confirmed cases, all Biogen employees, in self-quarantine, all with school aged children. So I have to answer, "no known contact, but would we know?" which is like Puerto Rico, a gray area.
So no Coronavirus test, which wouldn't really change anything anyway, except for peace-of-mind and absolute isolation of the entire family for 14 days. They did test two other children today though at the office.
No way to know what is right and wrong, other than there should be more tests more readily available if community spread is meant to be stopped.
Vivian is up and walking around, has a refill on her inhaler, fever is currently down, she is comfortable and hydrated.
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Super grumpy, hot and frustrated, and the "mask smelled so BAD MOM" that I let her chew gum so she would keep it on. |
In other news of the day, Sam rode his bike up and down the street to and around the block for hours and is super excited about riding it. Lanie wiped out on her scooter and has two huge bruises on her leg and scraped knee, and it "wasn't fair that Vivian got to go to the doctor." I got them all fabric hats and puff paint from a craft store going out of business, for a total of $8.99, thinking I'd get at least an hour out of it. It lasted 10 minutes total.
Jack didn't eat anything odd, or puke, and really enjoyed Vivian sleeping downstairs, so that was nice.
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Tonight the governor closed schools through April 7, restaurants except for take out, and bars for Saint Patrick's Day.
Meanwhile the kids are mostly enjoying each others company and not asking too much about friends. They seem to have accepted this is the current norm. They are in touch with friends and not super anxious, which I wish I could say for myself. They have ideas for things that they want to do and are generally accepting of news, such as, "oh, you're off school for an extra week!" Sam did throw at fit at that one though, because it's the last time his birthday is announced in the elementary school on the loudspeaker.
We've had conversations about how lucky they are to be home in a house, not apartment, to have books to read and food to eat, plus each other to play with. I'm also so, so happy that they don't have phones to be on seeing what other kids are doing. I occasionally see groups of kids walk by or we pass a playground with children playing. In some neighboring towns playgrounds are closed. In the city of Boston, they are cleaning them while wearing Hazmat suits.
Counting my blessings.