My people, I almost had a heart attack. Let me tell you what happened! It was before Igwe traveled to Nigeria for a couple of weeks. On the night it happened, Igwe and Ada Verastic went to bed at about the same time, while I stayed up in the living room writing.
It was past 1:00 AM, and I had just shut down my laptop when Igwe came out to the living room with Ada Verastic. He said she had woken up crying, so I told him to go back to bed while I fed her. I warmed her milk and attempted to feed her, but the girl refused it, and she was crying incessantly, which was very unusual for Ada Verastic. I usually know why she’s crying, and I’m usually able to quickly console her. This time, however, she was inconsolable. The crying was not going away.
Then I held her close to me and realized that her body was warmer than normal. In fact, forget warm; she was hot. I could have fried an egg on her. I pulled out my thermometer and attempted to check her temperature via her rectum. When I gave birth to her, the nurse had told me that the best place to get the most accurate temperature was in the rectum, so I tried. I tried three times and got three different readings because she refused to stay still and was still crying.
I attempted to feed her again and she started throwing up. I attempted to give her a dose of her Infant’s Tylenol and she threw up the little bit that went into her mouth. That was when I knew that dis thing don commot for play-play (this was a serious matter!). At this time, Igwe woke up and came back to see what was going on. He thought maybe she was crying because I didn’t give her enough milk, or maybe I walked away.
By this time, I was already panicking. I knew that any temperature that was 100.4 degrees or higher in a baby meant she had a high temperature, but I didn’t know what her temperature was because I couldn’t get an accurate reading. Meanwhile, my baby was still
crying screaming and refusing her milk and medicine. She even refused her snacks, which she loves. That was a sure sign for me that she was not okay. Igwe and I immediately decided to rush her to the emergency.
At the hospital, we waited for about twenty minutes before we were called in, and if you have ever gone to the emergency room here, then you know that that was FAST! Apparently, the pediatric emergency is a lot faster. In the adult emergency, you’d have to be caught in the jaws of a lion with your head dangling by one vein before you get seen. Otherwise, you will wait until your illness almost sends you to your maker.
While I was getting dressed and packing for the hospital, I was crying. While we were driving there, I was crying. In the hospital room, I was still crying. They checked her temperature, and she was 104. Aaahh!! Doctor, is this regular feefa or spirishua feefa? Did they send it from the village?
Immediately, she was given Children’s Motrin. Not sure what was ailing her, they checked for ear infections. Negative. Then the doctor said they had to check her urine for infections. Since you cannot send Ada Verastic into the bathroom with a urine cup, the only way to get clean urine was to put in a catheter. More crying – for both me and her. It was a tiny, little catheter, but still, it was difficult to watch. They got the urine and took it for testing.
By the time they returned, her fever had reduced. She still had a fever, but it was not as high. However, it was obvious that she was feeling better. She had gone back to babbling very loudly; you could hear her from the hallway. So, we waited anxiously for the doctor to tell us what was wrong with our baby.
My people, she was teething. It was just about a week prior that she had started releasing her first set of teeth – one up and one down. And it was these two tiny, little teeth that caused the spike in her temperature.
I knew prior to this that teething could cause fever, but in the moment that she had the fever, everything I knew and everything I had read just flew right out of my head. I completely forgot everything. We took our teething baby home where she has lived happily ever after. The next morning, I bought a bottle of Children’s Motrin. She had a little fever the next day, and I was right there with the medicine, feeling like an expert fever reducer. It was past 4 in the morning by the time we went to bed.
She now has four teeth. Two up and two down. And she’s been biting us every chance she gets. She has also been improving on her paper-eating skills. Yesterday, she tried to eat the box that her new feeding bottles came out of. Judging by the pain of the bites we have received, we can confirm without a shadow of doubt that her teeth work. Please watch out for our blockbuster movie, full of suspense, drama, and action. It will be called, Teeth Of Platinum & Favor: Ada Verastic Chopping Roasted Corn. [Title inspired by Nollywood, in case you’re wondering].
All hail Ada Verastic. Na she dey reign.
P.S. After the incident, every parent we told about it told us she was teething before we even finished our story. Obviously, Igwe and I were really rookie parents.