As a first time mother, I’m pretty susceptible to all of this hype about the flu. Yesterday, Ev had an accident that spilled out of his diaper and got onto his clothes and shoes. This has never happened before, not even when he was an infant, so I was pretty alarmed when I picked him up from child care. Still, we had an excellent evening, and Ev seemed like himself except for a mild cough. My husband and I agreed he was probably fine.
The next morning Ev was a little more demanding than usual about what he wanted for breakfast, and how long he needed to brush his teeth, but still he was mostly himself. But I had the news on in the background and overheard something about a hospital shortage because of the flu. It was right around the time I was changing his diaper, which again was a bit on the messy side, that I was convinced that Ev had the flu.
I got him in to see the pediatrician right away. On the way in while Ev was humming and talking about trucks, I was thinking about the implications of him having the flu. I was rearranging my schedule in my head, wondering about my husband’s flexibility, since I was pretty sure we’d end up at Children’s Hospital.
At the doctor’s, his temperature was 99.4. I thought, “That’s it! We’re doomed. He has the flu.” But when Ev’s pediatrician came in, it turned out Ev barely had a cold. He has a bit of a runny nose, causing the cough, but his nose, ears and throat weren’t even red. The doctor told me to keep an eye on him and we were out the door.
Some may think I am nuts, which is a possibility, but I have always believed it’s better to be safe than sorry. And sometimes, even when my head is telling me everything is fine, I have to let my heart lead. Sometimes I need to hear the doctor tell me everything is fine. Besides, other than a bit of a disruption in his schedule, it didn’t bother Ev to go to the doctor. He left with a Hot Wheels sticker and more importantly, my peace of mind.