Our Weekend Drama

It all started on Friday night. My Mom had Dylan for the day. I got out early and was heading home w/my sister when Mom called. Dylan felt warm and could bring a thermometer with me to check his temp. No problem, I figured she should have one in the house anyway so I bought a thermometer and headed over. Well, Bubbie was right... 103.8 temp. Gave him some tylenol and headed home. I called his doctor's office who got us in on Saturday morning at 9:15 a.m. The doctor checked him out - his ears were clear, boogies in the nose - little congestion in the chest. Doc says it's a cold w/fever and to just give him tylenol and/or motrin and he'll be fine. Well, since Dylan seemed to be feeling better, we stopped for breakfast and then went over to the park and let Dylan play on the swings. Marc took him down the slide. We stopped off to say hi to a friend who hadn't met Dylan and then took him home. Around 5:30 or so, Marc was playing in the living room with Dylan. Dylan was just laughing and having a good old time. All of a sudden he starts to wail. I told Marc that wasn't a normal cry and took his temp. It was 104.something. I called the pediatrician's office and they said a nurse would call us back. Marc said he didn't want to wait - he wanted to go to the ER. We grabbed our stuff and ran to the car. I jumped in the back w/Dylan and we started going before he was even fully in the car seat. Luckily we live off a major highway and it took no time to get him to the children's hospital. On the way there, Dylan's eyes were doing some strange tick thing and he wasn't focusing on anything. His neck was twisted and he just started straight up. I was (somewhat) ok until we got to the ER. I lost it. I ran into Emergency and broke down in tears. They took us straight back and the nurse asked how she could help us and I held out Dylan and said "fix him!". She took him temp and it was 105.5. They immediately took us into an exam room and the doctor's came right away. He was burning up in my arms. His neck was very stiff and all I could think was meningitis. They did a spinal tap on him. This time went a lot faster (and better) than the last time. While they were doing it - a nurse walked past the table and it brushed the curtain out of the way. Dylan was just staring at me crying. It shattered my heart. They pulled the curtain closed again and I just wanted to die. I wanted to change places with him. The doctor came out of the exam room w/the spinal fluid and held it up for Marc and I to see. He said that the fluid is perfectly clear which is a very good sign. They took blood, snot and put an IV in his hand and got us a room. This experience was much different from the last time we were there. Last time Dylan was in ICU so he had a private room - this time he had a roommate. Beautiful little 2 year old boy with a very inconsiderate Mom. She had visitors till after 10 and it got to the point where I had to ask the nurse to see about moving us. Luckily she just kicked out the visitors instead. Well, yesterday they discharged us with a diagnosis of Adenovirus - basically a cold that has really high fevers. He got up this a.m. and had no fever (Thank Gd!) Oh, did I mention throughout this I also had in the back of my mind that my period was 3 days late. Got it yesterday after I sent Marc to the store for an EPT. Nothing brings on a period like spending good money on a pregnancy test. I'm so tired.