Much of the time I hate that quote, because there are soooo many bad things happening all the time that just can't be reasoned with, but lately I've found myself thinking that it actually applies to me/us right now.
Two days after our FET was canceled, C had his 15 month appt. It went fine, but the pedi noticed that one leg had an extra crease/fat roll, and that combined with my history of hip dysplasia, meant we were headed off for x-rays. Though I'm a long time veteran to the good old x-ray machine myself, I had no idea how they'd do with a toddler. So when it came down to it, I have to say that luckily I was not pregnant so I was able to stay right with C the whole time and not leave him in a cold room with a stranger (BTW...x-rays were normal!)
Fast forward to yesterday. C wakes with a fever of 102. I gave him some advil, it came down and I chalked it up to teething. Well, last night it went up to 104.9 and by morning we noticed a slight rash, though at least we managed to keep the fever between 101-103 since that spike. By the time we got him in to the pedi's office, the rash was on his neck and face....Roseola. The poor kid is miserable, but apparently this is something that almost every child gets somehow, usually before age 2. Once you have it, it stays with you like chicken pox and you won't get it again. I've already had it so I *should* be immune, but once again, it looks like it was/is actually a good thing I'm not currently pregnant, because even if this turns out to be something I can catch on top of Roseola, I only have to worry about me and not a baby. Hoping my little guy feels better soon.
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