Grace was sick again :(

On Monday of last week Grace was taking a nap, but this nap was oddly long, so I went to check on her, and she felt like she was on fire. I immediately checked her temperature and it was 102.6.. whoa! She had no other signs that she was sick, and had been fine earlier in the day, she was really fussy, but I figured it was probably just a combination of the room being hot and her teething, so I just gave her some baby Tylenol and a little over an hour the fever broke, even though she was still fussy I figured it was just the teething and thought all would be fine. However, the next day she was even more fussy and would not even let anyone but me hold her, so I had to stay home from school, and around 6 pm (after her doctor had already closed) the fever returned. I knew something was up then. I gave her some more baby Tylenol and the fever went away, but returned as soon as the Tylenol wore off, and it continued this cycle all night. She also would not sleep that night.. she just cried and cried and cried. I actually asked my mom to watch her for me so I could get a little rest because I could barely hold my eyes open or my head up. I have never done that before when I didn't absolutely have to so that shows how desperate I was. The next morning I called the doctor to squeeze her in, but they could not see her until 11:30, so I stayed home with her again that day. She was just miserable. She wouldn't sit up or even smile, and that is not like Grace at all. She just wanted to lay against me and be rocked, or walked around. That was the only things that would keep her from crying and at times those things did not even work. Finally we got to go to the doctor.. we sat in the waiting room for what seemed like forever, but when we finally got back there he checked her out, and said that everything looked normal, so he was going to take some blood to do a white blood cell count. Immediately when I heard that my mind jumped to leukemia, because that is a test they do. Chris kept assuring me it wouldn't be that, but as a mother I couldn't help but panic inside. The nurse came and took some blood. She had to poke her twice because the first time didn't produce enough blood. Then she took the blood to be tested and when the doctor came back in he said a normal white blood cell count was 8,000 to 12,000 and Grace's was 20,000! That is good news in one way though because with leukemia the count would be low, not high. However, we still didn't know what was wrong. He said she was probably fighting off some sort of viral infection, and he sent us to the hospital to have tests done. The first thing they did was took two xrays of her chest, which Chris and I had to hold her down for. The next thing they did was take a urine sample with a catheter, then they took her temperature in her bottom and she had never had that before, then they took two things of blood for testing, and the last thing they did was give her a shot of antibiotics. For all of this stuff I had to hold her down while she struggled and cried.. I hated it.. she just kept looking at me like "Mommy, why are you letting them do this to me? Why are you letting them hurt me?" Also, they told me that the antibiotics would sting her, and you could tell they did because I have never heard her screams so loud! It broke my heart, but I knew it was for the best. After all that was done we had to wait 30 minutes to insure she didn't have a reaction to the antibiotics, she cried for 25 of those minutes. The next day I had to go back to school, so my mom watched her and then I took her back to the doctor when I got home as he requested. She had still been running a fever and crying for long periods of time, and when I told him that he ordered another shot of antibiotics. She didn't scream so much as cry that time which was good, and then we had to wait for 20 minutes there to insure she didn't have a reaction. She fell asleep after about 5 minutes this time, and when he came back in he told me that all the test he had gotten back so far were negative, and that he wanted to follow up the next day. I went to school while my mom watched her again. She had run a slight fever, but nothing like she had been, but she was still fussy. About an hour before we left she had diarrhea, but I think she was just cleaning the virus out of her system. When we went to the doctor he said everything was negative, so it was just a viral infection with an unknown cause. He told us to see how she was over the weekend, and bring her back if she didn't get better. This was Friday and I had to work that night, but when I left she seemed to feel better. She still didn't sleep well that night, but when she woke up the next morning she was her old self again. She is all better now :) The week of crying is finally over, which is a relief to me, but I am even more relieved that she finally feels better! I hate seeing her so miserable.