That's Not a Fever

Well, Fiona seems to be through the worst of her first cold (knock wood). As colds go, it wasn't too bad (coughing, sneezing, sniffling), and we were certainly lucky to make it to 10½ months before her first big sick day.

On Sunday her forehead felt a little warm so I decided to see if she had a fever. The first time I tried to take her temperature under her arm I had to contend with her wild baby flails and called Andrea into the room because the thermometer kept shooting up. 99, 100, 101, 101.5, 101.8, 102, 102.4, 102.9. It didn't seem to be stopping.

We put Fiona in her crib and went scrambling looking for directions to the thermometer (do thermometers have directions?) We argued over how long we were supposed to keep the thermometer under her arm in order to get a correct reading. We wondered if she really did have a fever.

All the while, Fiona was bringing herself up to a standing position in her crib (which she does frequently). And then she started bouncing up and down and laughing happily.

At that point we knew for sure that we didn't have a baby with a temperature of 102.9.

(Bottom line: she had a slight fever, just over 100, which broke pretty quickly thanks to infant Tylenol).