Oscar is on the mend! No fever yesterday, although the rash was at it's worst. I was pretty much convinced he had actual measles and was going to die. Today, the rash is nearly gone and he back to his sweet, laughing, slightly whiny self. And I couldn't be happier. Except for the whining.
When I took Oscar to the doctor on Tuesday, we didn't see our regular pediatrician. We go to a large practice and all the doctors take turns having a day of doing "sick visits" where they don't have patients scheduled all day and just see the sick kids as they come in. This is actually pretty awesome because it means you can always get an appointment the day you need it, and you don't really have to wait.
We saw Dr. K, who is actually the first doctor we ever saw at the practice when we brought Oscar in at just under two days old. She really annoyed me because she was so condescending and basically said that my home birth was not clean. "I'm going to really check his belly button because I don't know how clean your home birth was, " is what she said.
This was just so disrespectful and stupid. It's a commonly know fact that there is actually less risk of infection to the mother and the infant in home births as opposed to hospital births. AND it's not like I gave birth in dirt floor shack assisted by a witch doctor. My baby was delivered at home, in my bed, by a Certified Nurse Midwife. I was so pissed.
Obviously, she is not the doctor we see in the practice. We see Dr. Jones, who we love for many reasons. 1) He's a straight shooter - he says what he means and never beats around the bush; 2) He's often crude and borderline inappropriate and as someone who herself is often crude and borderline inappropriate, I appreciate these qualities in others; 3) After his first meeting with Oscar, I snagged a look at his notes and he wrote that Oscar was "cute" like that was his diagnosis or something and I liked that; 4) His name is Dr. Jones, like Indiana Jones, so we say his name with a funny accent whenever we talk about him.
Okay, so sick visit Tuesday, Dr. K is the sick doctor. She comes in, I tell her what's been going on. She is pleased that I've been treating his fever with Motrin and Tylenol, pleased that I've been keeping good track of his symptoms (his fever at different times of the day, when it began, when the rash began, when the runny nose began, etc.)
Then she asked if I'd been taking his temperature rectally. I had actually been using an ear thermometer because our rectal thermometer is broken. It registered his temperature at 124 degrees and I was CERTAIN that was incorrect. So, she said, "Ear thermometers are inaccurate. If you're going to take his temperature that way, you might as well not bother taking it at all."
First, ear thermometers are accurate within half a degree, just like oral thermometers are accurate withing one degree. And second, ASSHOLE! She was so snotty about it.
I told her I was certain he'd had a high fever because I could feel it on his trunk - kid was on fire. She accepted this, because unless the fever is above 103, you really can't "feel" it to the touch.
So, then she asked if he'd had any behavioral changes. I told her yes, he's been cranky, waking at night, crying inconsolably, showed little interest in playing, and was eating less. Her response? "Well, if you were running a fever that high and had a runny nose you'd probably be cranky and not interested in playing either."
No shit, Sherlock, but if you were going to be such a condescending asshole about my response then why did you ask me in the first place? Maybe this was her way of assuring me his behavioral changes were nothing to be concerned about, but why even ask me about it if she was going to be a jerk? Why not just say, "Crankiness, crying, fatigue, and loss of appetite are normal symptoms. Have there been any other changes?" I'll tell you why. Because she likes being a jerk.
Diagnosis #1 - reaction to his vaccination. I'd figured this, but with the runny nose it could have been an ear infection which is why they wanted us to come in. She said not to bother taking his temperature because the ear thermometer was in accurate (again), but if he felt warm, to keep up with the Motrin/Tylenol treatment.
Diagnosis #2 - Dr. K is an ASSHOLE. I hate her.