We've been so lucky with Roman - he's only thrown up once in his life, and never had to be rushed to the ER. Until last night. He's been sick but on antibiotics all week. Saturday we decided to make a lazy day at home, and Roman and I both napped. He woke up normal and giggly, but by about 3:30 was complaining of a headache. I gave him Tylenol at 4pm. He actually fell asleep in my arms around 5:30pm which I thought was odd, but he'd been so sick and so busy this week...
We woke him up at 6:15pm to eat dinner. He whined and cried, and actually asked to lay back down. He laid down on the floor and just sort of stared at Daddy and at the ceiling. We ate somewhat quickly, and then Doug checked his temp. Under arm it was 102.8! Oh man, did we pack that boy up quick and get to the ER. They took a rectal and it was 104.1. Can you believe it?! Roman was lethargic and burning up. They did lots of dignity-stealing tests, including taking his blood, doing a nasal swab (where they squirt water up his nose), and a rectal temp two times.
They brought his temp down to 102 within an hour, and 4 hours later when we were ready to leave it was back down to 97.9. Of course, we couldn't leave without poor Roman getting a double-shot (one in each leg) of more antibiotics. That one almost threw me over the edge. I will never forget his look when he awoke, saw the people with needles and cried out, "don't DO THAT!" Doug and I did refuse the lumbar puncture for meningitis.
So, we got home around 11:30pm and went straight to bed. Diagnosis: fever of unspecified origin, most likely viral. Is on another round of antibiotics "just in case." Recheck with regular dr. in two days. And another day today of taking it easy.