Have you ever noticed that children get miraculously better the minute the doctor walks in the room? It drives me crazy.
Aiden had a fever of 104.5 and both boys had to have mega-meds all night long just to keep breathing ok... but apparently waiting at the hospital in a teeny tiny room for 2 hours to see a doctor heals my children just long enough to make me look like an over-protective paranoid mother. Perfect.
The doctor just sighed and told me everything looks ok.
I started to twitch.
Luckily for him he seemed to recognize a mother-on-the-edge and graciously refilled our prescriptions so that when it INEVITABLY happens again (like an hour after getting home from the hospital) I will be able to treat my sons at home and won't have to go back to the hospital in a crazed rage.