It's 3am I must be lonely...

I remember thinking the words to that Matchbox 20 song last night because it was the first time I had really seen 3am in a long time. Yesterday Fiona stayed home because she had started a fever the night before. She was fine this morning, but we kept her home, just in case, and she started up again. Last night around 8pm, she hit the magic number of 101 and we had to call the doctor. And the doctor said? Please bring the Princess to ER so we can get her checked out. I started packing a just in case bag for the two of us and she started crying, " I don't want to go to the hospital". She was so sad and so pathetic I wanted to start crying for her. I didn't want to go to the hospital. Hubby was working late, so we swung by and picked him up as well. Once again we got the special treatment. I forget that the ER isn't about just trauma, probably because normally, we would never to go the ER just for a fever.

Texas Children's has a few amenities up on our old hospital. For one thing, Buttercup and I went to the McDonalds across the way to eat fries at 1 this morning. Hey, we were bored and if I stay up too late I start feeling nauseous. There was a TV in the ER exam room and we got to watch Shrek 3 that the hospital was playing on one of it's channels.
I felt so bad for poor Fiona. She was back to getting poked and prodded, they even wanted to culture her snot to make sure she didn't have RSV or the flu. She was really worried that she would have to spend the night. She and Buttercup curled up on the gurney and tried to sleep while we were waiting for all of her tests to come back. Hubby and I just sat on uncomfortable ER chairs in the dark. My poor tailbone hasn't fully recovered.
Finally, around 3am they decided that all she had was an ear infection. They decided to treat it with some antibiotics through her IV line and then let us go home. I was bummed that it took 30 minutes to infuse it. We managed to get home at 4:30am. Fiona had one last coughing fit that I had to leap out of bed to tend with Benadryl, Delsym and water. After collapsing back into bed at 5am, I managed to sleep until 10am, as did the girls.
I feel like we are so close to the end. I want to continue smooth sailing. We only have 5 and a half months left until Fiona is done. I am getting really excited, but I can't help but worry that because things have been relatively easy, bad things could happen. I am usually such an optimistic person but something like this is never easy to get used to. And I don't want to think about the at least 5 years we have to worry about recurrence. One day at a time, right?
PS, this is what you get for being sick in our house. Hanging out in Mom's bed, after hours, playing Webkinz.
PPS Check out me feeding my addiction, I am trying to be accurate about my book reading.