Rearranging Our Plans...

We're supposed to be at Libby's dance recital right now. Her first. Instead, we're home and Libby has been up and down with a fever all day. She woke up this morning lethargic with a temperature of 101. An hour later she was 102. I gave her Tylenol and took her temperature an hour later and she was 103 and falling asleep in front of the t.v. I called the triage nurse. I try not to panic over things I can't control anyway, but at this point I started pacing. It's the worst feeling not to be able to do anything to make your baby feel better. Over the next few hours her fever hovered in the 102 range and by 3:30 she started perking up. By 4:45, when we should've been getting into costume with all the other Twinkle Toes, Libby was running back and forth from the kitchen to her bedroom, tagging Peyton and yelling, "You're it!" The triage nurse didn't think she has the flu, so maybe this little bug will pass quickly. Here's hoping...