One of the things I failed to mention in my last post about this day was that Jaxon was incredibly sick all day.

He is normally a bubbly and chirpy little man, as long as he’s getting his own way. We can’t shut him up in the car, although he does sleep on the way to Brisbane on a normal day, he didn’t sleep at all this day.

When we finally got to the hospital we noticed that Jaxon was really hot and flushed. It was a busy, hectic day and we thought nothing of it for a little while.

But then when we had to take his top off for his x-rays I also noticed that he had a rash down his arms and on his stomach, and to the touch he was burning up.

We didn’t have anything to give him. I know there are lists of things to take along in your nappy bag, and I have those lists. But panadol is just something we don’t carry all the time. So we left it. We went home, thinking that it was likely that he was just teething.

He didn’t sleep for more than five minutes on the way home when normally after the day we’ve had he’s out like a light before we leave the car park.

When we got home he started making noise. He really hadn’t made any noise, aside from crying when they did the X-rays, and again when the spinal guy was manipulating his neck. His cry brought back painful memories of his 4 weeks of lactose induced crying. Even when he hurts himself he doesn’t sound like this, so I knew at once that something other than teething was going on.

He had a temperature of 39.9 degree’s. I gave him nurofin as soon as we got home, but 45 minutes later he was still 39.9. So we took him up to the hospital, at 8.30pm.

It turns out that Jaxon has tonsillitis!! Tonsillitis is something I myself am very familiar with, so I hope this is not a sign of things to come. I had my tonsil’s out in year 10, after missing at least half of year 8 and almost all of year 9 due to my swollen puss covered tonsils.

We left the hospital at almost midnight. After being awake since 7.30am, and on the road or run for most of the day, we were all incredibly tired and ready for bed. Expect Jaxon wasn’t well enough to sleep for longer than an hour, so the night was drawn on and on by cries in the night.

The doctor had asked us to return the next day to make sure Jaxon was ok. We got there at 9.30am but didn’t get seen until 11am. All of this waiting, by now…was pissing me off and I was ready to hit someone square in the face.

Jaxon’s temperature had gone down, but now he had ulcer’s all over his tongue and on his tonsil’s and he flat out refused to eat or drink anything. The bad thing about this was that they wouldn’t let us go home until he did drink.

The day was just terrible. We sat and waited, and waited to be seen by the doctor. Then we waited again, because he wanted to check him again in another hour. Then we waited once again, because they gave him nurofin and wanted to monitor his temperature in another hour. I sat in the most uncomfortable chair, trying to comfort Jaxon who just didn’t want to sit still for me like he had the day before. We watched patient after patient come and go, yet we waited and watched.

Finally, at 4pm, I told them that it was likely that Jaxon wasn’t drinking because he wasn’t home, and he’s not a good drinker anyway. So they let us go home. With strict instructions to go back if he hadn’t had anything by 8pm.

Thankfully, Jaxon drank a full bottle as soon as we got home. He’s on his first ever round of antibiotics and what a difference they have made! My back is sore beyond words, I can barely move sometimes, from holding and cuddling him all of Wednesday and then restraining him all of Thursday.

Above:
Jaxon, sick as a dog while we spoke to Wendy the club foot lady.

While it was a very long and painful two days of my life (and Jaxon’s) and I hate to think of Jaxon being in pain or feeling sick, I must admit that I treasured the quiet time with him. Jaxon is an on the go kind of guy. He’s non stop from the moment he wakes up to the moment he goes down. I know that that can be said of all toddler’s. But Jaxon doesn’t even have time to stop and smell the roses, or the nape of his Mummy’s neck. He doesn’t cuddle ever, if you try to force a cuddle…watch out, you’re in for a fight! He doesn’t sit on lap’s and play, he doesn’t snuggle when he’s tired and he most certainly does NOT fall asleep in your arms. So it was ever so nice to have a snuggly, hide in the nape of my neck, cuddle me all night long kid.