If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

Chapter 310 Sorry everyone, the baby is sick

I really haven't had time to write these days. My son went to the hospital to get the MMR vaccine on the 7th, and he started to have a fever in the afternoon. He was hard to coax all day, and he didn't eat or drink much, not even milk. I was so worried about him.

The saddest thing was on the night of the 7th. He started whimpering and crying at around pm. I finally coaxed him to sleep and I thought everything was fine. But he woke up again while watching TikTok, and started crying. This had happened twice in the afternoon and I was so scared. He had a fever but it was not particularly hot.

This time he woke up and fell asleep again quickly. It was past 10 o'clock. I took his temperature and it was 38.4°. Two or three minutes later, it was 38.2°, so I didn't take it seriously. I always thought his temperature was a little high because of the vaccine reaction and because my mother-in-law said he had a cold and needed to cover him up to sweat. Now he was crying and his temperature dropped when I held him up and let some air in.

At this time, I couldn't stand it anymore and started to sleep, and then the nightmare began. He would wake up crying every ten minutes, the longest was no more than half an hour, and the shortest was five or six minutes. I was scared of his crying, and I was always worried that he had some problems. My son was only eight months old and couldn't speak yet. I was really afraid that it would delay his development.

I am in my hometown, and my mother-in-law is taking care of the child with me. She and my father-in-law have been harvesting crops recently and are very tired. I was embarrassed to ask her to go to the hospital with me, so we kept busy from before 12 o'clock until four in the morning. My mother-in-law was scared, and she couldn't sleep because the child was crying, but there was nothing she could do because the child didn't look for her or let her hold him.

At 4 o'clock, she couldn't wait any longer. She said the child might have lost his soul and she would go to a fortune teller during the day, but now she didn't dare to wait because the child was crying. We packed up and went to the hospital.

I did a color Doppler ultrasound in the hospital and pricked my finger for blood tests. This process was very painful. The child was a little stressed and kept crying. After finally finishing it, I was waiting for the results. It was five o'clock when the results came out. The doctor took a look and said that the baby had intestinal gas and a mild viral infection.

Are there any sisters waiting for this? This kind of test result is as useless as farting. The measles, mumps and rubella vaccine is low-toxic. Since you have a fever, it must be a viral infection. Flatulence is really a small matter.

But it’s a good thing that no problem was found, and the child’s mental state has indeed improved. We didn’t pay too much attention to it and went home. I took the baby to sleep at home, and felt that his mental state was okay, so I took him to play at the neighbor’s house.

My neighbor grandfather told me that his daughter-in-law took his grandmother to see a fortune teller, and I thought we were going there anyway, so I went along as well.

The fortune teller, an old lady in her eighties, said after praying for help that the child had bumped into a god in the southeast or northwest direction of my house (because the child had been having trouble sleeping at night and this had been going on for three days, including last night), and then something round moved in the northeast corner of the house's door.

Come to think of it, on the 6th, in order to pile up the dried corn cobs, the family brought three pieces of wood from there into the yard to pad under the corn bags. Everything matched, which meant that the things were right. The immortal was also teaching how to send the gods and call the souls back. I was afraid that I would not understand, so I specially recorded it with my mobile phone.

That is to say, last night we tossed and turned for half the night and started to send the spirits back to the child, and the child fell asleep peacefully. Just when I thought the matter was over, the child started to make a fuss again, and even had a fever, even though the fever had subsided during the day.

It started again that night, just like before, even worse. He refused to drink water or milk even though he had a fever, and he kept crying and couldn't stop.

My mother-in-law held him in the house and coaxed him, walked and patted him on the ground, and even asked my father-in-law to break off a peach branch (as the old saying goes, if there are wild spirits bullying children, use this to hit them and drive them away), but unfortunately it didn't work.

The fever started to subside as the day approached. It was still okay in the morning, but I couldn’t say how it would be in the afternoon and evening.

I haven’t slept much these past two days and my child is still sick, so I really don’t have the energy to write. Please forgive me!