I was supposed to take Marion to a ballet class today. Those plans were ruined at approximately 12:30 am this morning.
Brian woke me up telling me Marion was awake. I wasn't very concerned. She usually wakes up for one of two reasons. She either has had a bad nightmare or is sick. And seeing how her nose was just a bit runny earlier, I was confident she would go back to sleep shortly.
So after 20 minutes of crying, I went to get her and bring her back to our room.
Getting her out of bed never ends well. Once you get her out, she won't fall asleep again in her crib. At least we were mentally prepared for the night to come.
As soon as I picked her up I knew something was wrong. She was burning up. We tried to find the thermometer we brought with us but couldn't locate it. So we spent the night trying to calm her down, cool her down, get her to sleep, and fill her up with liquids.
She was still burning up this morning. So I called the pediatrician first thing in the morning.
This office continues to be a favorite of mine. I called at 7:45 am and someone answered the phone. Open before 8 am?!?!?!
I then told the woman who answered the phone the situation and asked for an appointment that morning. She asked if 8 am would be okay.
We were running a bit late since we drove Brian to the train station, but only by a couple of minutes or so. We were taken straight back to an exam room when we arrived where Marion was weighed and had her temperature taken.
Yep, the fever was a doozy. The highest it has ever been: 38.7 degrees Celsius/101.7 degrees Fahrenheit. Definitely up there, despite us giving her some Children's Tylenol this morning.
The nurse acknowledged her high temperature and told us the doctor would be in in two minutes. Sure enough, he was. Wearing Birkenstocks. Love this guy!
I told him the symptoms and he took a look. Marion has another ear infection and some throat irritation.
At this point, I know antibiotics are coming and I start to worry. We still don't have insurance cards. And how do you get antibiotics here?
Well, as I soon found out, you get them from the doctor.
He left the room and came back with a box of amoxicillin and a nasal spray. Then he prepared the amoxicillin (it needs to be mixed with water), wrote the amount and timing required on a sticker, and stuck it on the box.
Amazing. Simply amazing.
What took me 15 minutes at the pediatrician's office here in Switzerland would have taken me at least 3 hours in the States.
Gotta go pick my jaw up off the floor now.