lay off his junk!

these last couple days have been so exhausting. i went to bed last night at 10:15 with the lights on and glasses still on my face. when josh came home from his late night of work at 3am, he gently took my glasses off and i suddenly remembered what i was going to do at 10:15 the moment before i just closed my eyes for. just. one. second. i was going to check on my sweet baby boy and take his temperature. because my sweet baby boy has been sick, but we're not sure with what. that kills me, because i'm a person that needs an answer. there has to be answer, so let's just find that answer doctors and nurses and phlebotomists.

it all started about two weeks ago when finn was complaining about pain, which i thought was just because he learned the word "hurts." i figured it was just his new vocabulary that he was practicing. "mommy, it hurts." then he would run and play. but after a week, he was still saying it very specifically so we took him in to see the doctor. he couldn't figure out what was causing the pain, so he needed to get a urine sample. from a baby. which means catheter. it was the most horrible little thing i've witnessed my little man having to go through, and i spent the majority of the afternoon crying that i let them do that to him. worst of all, they didn't even get a sample, so they sent me home with no answers.

fast forward to monday, and finn started getting a fever, which always happens to coincide with a weekend and/or holiday when the doctors are out. why is that? well, we waited until wednesday to take him in, and they found that his temperature has gotten to 103.5, so they wanted another urine sample. NOT AGAIN! they spent 15 minutes trying to no avail again, all the while finn said, "mommy, this hurts" and "i all done" and "i don't like the doctor." i wanted to punch the nurse when she said, "wow he talks really well for his age." then i would have screamed at her, "GET THE DAMN SAMPLE AND GET OUT OF HIS JUNK," but i was too busy consoling finn and telling him we would eat mounds of ice cream and sleep in my bed all night while watching movies. they ended up getting a sample another way with negative results of infection, so we had to do a blood sample. guess what? negative results of infection. on one hand, it's a good thing, but on another hand, what is wrong with my baby?

i was instructed to keep an eye on him, as though i wouldn't, and monitor his fever, as if i wouldn't. also, to call if he has breathing problems, doesn't eat and drink for a day, or lays around not wanting to get up. who are these dumb parents who aren't doing these things when their kids are sick? anyways, i'm sad for baby finn. but he's not too sad. he's playing like nothing is wrong, with a fever of 101.8 today. oh brother! hopefully it just goes away tonight and he'll be fine forever more! no more germs allowed in this house please!

looks sick huh? he was actually screaming "i play with toys" while i was trying to wrangle him for a picture with me.