Birthday Boy has a fever

It seems a family tradition that right after their first birthday, just to "celebrate", or maybe "uncelebrate" the milestone, my sons get sick.

Five days after Kelvin's first birthday, we ended up in the emergency care because he was wheezing terribly. First time I was ever in an ambulance, because since it was a Friday night (right before Spring break in our university clinic too), they decided to send us to the hospital, and the fastest way to be admitted was to go in an ambulance. Besides, his oxygen levels had been low, so this seemed to warrant the need for the ambulance. Needless to say (thankfully), I don't think it was necessary to have gone to the hospital, just taking a nebulizer home would have been OK. The doctor wanted him to have a chest X-ray, though, and to this day I get mad at myself for having waited until after 4-5 at night to go to urgent care in our clinic, because by then radiology was closed, and, to be on the safe side, we ended up in the emergency room. The night was TERRIBLE, because high on steroids, the boy was worse, much worse than the Energizer bunny, and didn't sleep until 2 or 3 am. He LOVED playing in the playroom's kitchen and being pulled by an exhausted mama in the multiple wagons the hospital had. I'll never forget that night in March 2003.

Nothing so serious and tragic here today, but Linton does have a fever (not so bad right now 'cause he's on acetaminophen, but it was 102), and I, of course, still have a terrible backache to deal with... Of course, blogging about it will make it all better :)

I wish.