Today was Ethan's last day at daycare. That was unexpected, but perhaps a blessing in disguise since I kept him home with me after his appointment yesterday.
Probably 20 minutes after drop-off, the principal calls to let me know that Ethan is running a 101.6 degree fever and we have to pick him up. No problem. Set up a sick child appointment, let Grant know what's up and take off.
Grant informs me that he was ready to leave with Ethan when he brought him in. Again, the ratio was off, and a new teacher was being scolded at the front desk about not coming in (and not telling anyone) when she was supposed to. Then, she heads off toward the infant room. Great. You know what? It's best to follow your gut as a parent.
When I show up, I tell the teachers that today is the last day because I don't know what the pediatrician will say. Daycare has rules about bringing in sick kids. I pack up his things and say farewell. And just like that, we walk out. There's no fuss over him leaving. His old teacher TEXTED me when she heard Ethan's last day was approaching and was sad she wouldn't see him. I was hoping for a "We'll miss you sweet little guy!" instead of a silent "Good riddance!"
It's okay though. I am home with my munchkin. :)
I gave him some Tylenol, took him to the doctor and he has been doing well so far. He is sleeping...a lot, and you're supposed to let sick babies rest. It has been four hours (!!). I checked his forehead and his temperature is ambient. When I kissed him on the top of his head yesterday, it felt warm. I regret not checking him last night. Novice mom move I guess.
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