Things that make me say HMMM

The last week has been a bit of a roller coaster for us. Madeline's 15 month well visit was perfect & no signs that she was ill. However, any signs of illness all pointed to the four molars that are currently working their way through her gums --- three have poked through while the last one has just a tiny bit more to go. So last week, when her appetite decreased, her crankiness increased, and her temperature rose a little bit, it was no big deal. In my mind, it all boiled down to those darn teeth.

By Friday, she was good to go --- no temp, normal Madeline temperament, better appetite --- or so we thought. We had a Friday evening out thanks to a wonderful college student named Kristen, and all was well.

Then the weekend! Madeline had zero appetite like she was fasting zero appetite, no fever, no desire to drink milk or juice (which was of great concern to us since we've dubbed Madeline the thirstiest child on the planet), the desire to sleep ALL.DAY.LONG (seriously, she slept 7 hours on Saturday after sleeping 13 hours the night before!), so-so temperament, and her coloring was ghost white. We decided to wait through the weekend, lay low, and keep an eye on her. Surely, she will have the desire to at least drink something soon. Nope, not so much. I give it Monday to see if things worsen or get better. Neither extreme, no worse, no better. Hmmm, do I risk the rashy, oozy, germ infested ped office, or do I just wait it out? Meanwhile, my wild hypochondriac brain was going a mile a minute, and at last, I discovered Popsicles for my oh-so-dehydrated babe.

My wild imagination couldn't take it anymore, so off to the doctor we go with a handful of symptoms that aren't really symptoms, and here we are on Tuesday post-doctor visit with a clean bill of health (strep test was negative, no flu symptoms really, very little congestion, no ear infections, etc.).

Dr. K did say emphatically during his very thorough exam (he knows I'm a little bit anxious at our visits), "Wow! She sure is teething!" So, I guessed we were back to those darn teeth. C'mon molars, just come in already! But, then at the last minute he did mention "mono" in passing. What?! Mono?! Apparently, if things don't get better within the next week or things go dramatically downhill, we are to return to the doctor for a blood drawing.

Surely, it's those darn teeth!