After my roughest night of (non)sleep since coming home from the hospital, I was determined to have a pretty lazy, uneventful day. I woke up to an unexpected gift bag in my swing — Mom’s family got me an Easter present. Who knew anything about Easter presents!? I got a really cute yellow and purple sundress. Maybe I’m going to be a girly-girl after all.
After waking up just long enough to accept my Easter present and have a quick breakfast with Mom, I went right back to sleep. I think the road trip to Bloomington may have messed with my normal routine, but I definitely spent the day pretty much out of it. Aunts Sarah and Claire had to try really hard to get me up for my meals!
I also noticed that I got an awesome new addition to my nursery: a Bia Jia Bei (a.k.a a 100 Good Wishes Quilt). Before I was born, Aunt Sarah, Aunt Claire, and Grandma Sherry invited many of Mom’s and Dad’s friends and family members to contribute a patch of fabric along with a good wish for me. I feel so loved with so many good wishes awaiting for me! They turned the dozens of fabric patches into a beautiful quilt. Even Grandpa Droste got involved by building a little contraption to hang the quilt on the wall of my nursery. I’m thinking about making an entire page on my blog dedicated to friends and family who contributed to my quilt. Thank you all!
So, after more napping and more snacking, I did more of the same throughout the evening. At my 8:00 pm, feeding, though, I ate voraciously…and then through it all up. And I mean, all of it came back out. It was so voluminous that Mom had to take a shower and Dad had to take off and wash the cover of the glider. Everyone was already concerned that I had been sleeping so much, so this sent everyone in to a bit of a panic. Mom and Dad took my temperature and it was 99.0 — just 0.4 degrees above normal. Nothing to worry about, right?
Well, Nana Yagan had a different opinion. First, she quizzed Dad about whether I had spit up or vomitted — apparently there’s an important distinction. Mom determined that I had indeed vomitted. Grandma said that even a slightly above-normal temperature warranted a call to my doctor. So, they took my temperature again — it had risen to 99.1. Tensions were seriously rising. Dad called my pediatrician’s office (who charged $25 for an after-hours call!) and stood by for a call back. Less than 5 minutes later, Dr. Polin called back. After Dad accidentally called me a 12-year-old instead of a 12-day-old (which Mom quickly corrected), Dr. Polin reassured everyone by saying “Mr. Yagan, nothing you’ve reported excites me.” Apparently, 99.1 degrees doesn’t even count as a fever. So, with that, everyone went to sleep.
Dad woke me up for a feeding at 4:00 am and took my temperature; much to his and Mom’s relief, it had fallen to 98.2. I was happy that they didn’t take my temperature at my 7:00 am breakfast, but they did at 9:00 am. After getting another reading below 98.6, Mom and Dad breathed a huge sigh of relief and agreed to call this crisis over.
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