July 19, 2004

Pardon Our Progress (Or Lack Thereof)

Sorry for the lack of posts today. Our wee Fiona spiked a fever of 103 (she was hot blooded; we checked it and, uh, saw) so off to the doctor we went. Oh my, but didn't she get the full routine to find the cause of her woes - from a needle in the toe to a catheter in the... um. Well. Special private baby lady parts.

So, not a pleasant afternoon for my daughter or for us parental people. Fiona is usually calm and laid-back, with nary a scream, but when she's mad, she is M.A.D. With a capital M. And an "A" and a "D." Squared. To the infinite power.

I imagine it'll be a late night at World Wide Rant Global HQ, so perhaps I'll find time to mock someone or their beliefs before it's lights out. Stick around.

You know, if that sounds like fun.

Update: Correction - we're taking the wee Fiona to the Emergency Room. Mondays fucking suck.

Update Two: What a night it has been. What sparked the rush to the ER noted above was that, while dancing around the room with Fiona to some random MP3 file, she suddenly locked her eyes onto a spot in the distance. And wouldn't stop staring at it. Even if you turned her around, her head tracked it, eyes locked in place. She wouldn't respond to her name. She wouldn't move her arms or legs. Propped her up in her crib with her favorite toy; she just stared at it and started to topple backwards.

Something wasn't quite right.

So, we went into a panic and off to the ER we go. By the time we got there, she was acting more normal, but her temp was 103.7. Motrin and antibiotics and blood cultures hooray. They're thinking a particularly nasty UTI, not meningitis, thankfully.

It's going to be a long night. Go get some sleep.

Update Three: You know, this might ruin my blog reputation as a callous asshole, but - when Fiona zoned out on us in her mini-catatonic wonderland - I have never before felt such fear and concern for another human being. When I called the grandparents to let them know what was going on, I simply lost it and stammered out the words "I don't want to lose my little girl."

An overreaction probably. And, I'm a giant wuss, I realize. But when it comes to our wee Fiona, she is my world and my life and my hope when everything else looks pooped upon. I can't remember life without her - and I never want to experience it as a refresher course. I'm relieved she's going to be ok.

OK, now, go get some sleep.