We put her to bed as usual. It wasn't until a few hours late that we too retired. My husband pulled the baby close. Then called to me, "Hey babe, can you come here? Everly is burning up".
I cuddled her and ran my lips over her forehead. The tufts of dark hair tickled against my cheek and I inhaled her soft baby skin, even as I felt the heat radiate off her forehead.
She was hot. Too hot. I grabbed the thermometer. It sailed through the numbers registering at 104 under her arm. Adding that extra degree put her right at 105. The danger zone. The scary place that would have had me running to the ER with my other two. But, things have changed now. Temperatures, while needing to be monitored, aren't cause for large doses of tylenol being pushed on our children's small systems. In fact, it is now highly discouraged. How much can change in just five short years.
I stripped off her little pajamas and sat with her in a lukewarm tub. I cupped handfuls of water over her head and prayed for healing and the lowering of the fever. I shook with exhaustion while everyone else in the family fell asleep and I rocked, feeling her hot face against my shoulder. I held an ice pack in the blanket. I had already doused her with essential oils to help her airways open and keep her relaxed, but I looked up what was recommended for fever. Modern Essentials recommended a few - I chose to go with peppermint, lime, and lavender. I mixed them with coconut oil and ran it down her spine.
She started to cool. Not a ton and her fever didn't break completely. Every time she would spike to the 105 range, I'd rub the oil down her back - her fever hovered between 100-102. Enough of a shift that I could catch some sleep.
We went to the doctor the next day. He checked her over, ran a urine test, and ordered a blood test. Exhausted after the long visit, and frustrated with the lack of information or clarity he could offer, we came home. That night her fever broke. I called our doctor and was told if she didn't have a fever there was no need to get the blood test.
I felt incredibly frustrated. How much pain would I have put my one year old through to try and chase a diagnosis. How important is it really?
In the two hours that I was at the doctor's office I was told to giver her motrin. I refused. He told me we needed to be careful for febrile seizures, I told him that the AAP no longer tries to control seizures and now recognized a fever as the bodies natural defense against an invader. He didn't really care.
I love doctors. I may have my moments of frustration with them. But, I am thankful for their service. In this case, I'm thankful to have something as effective as essential oils. Non taxing to the liver and able to keep a fever under control.
I don't know exactly what's wrong with Everly. She has since developed a croupy cough, which has been completely controlled using breathe and lavender. At the moment my kids are sick. Not as sick as they could be and thankfully they're sleeping through the night. I may not know what to call it, but for the time being, at least I know how to treat it.
I am so thankful to have essential oils at my disposal. I'm thankful that when no one else has an answer there is something that works. An oil that alleviates the fear and brings harmony and strength to the body.