Trip Start Jan 16, 2007
51Trip End Mar 01, 2007
After we finally get him settled, we discover Lucy is very wet and sweaty--clammy but no fever. We try to change her shirt but she wants no part of that, and won't let us put her covers on.
Just before 1am, her temperature dropped alarmingly low -- 35.4. When we try to take off her wet shirt, she goes into hysterics.
I've never experienced anything so horrible--and hopefully never will again. Her poor little body struggling against taking her shirt off, screaming at Julie "NO! NO!" over and over with all the power of her little lungs. Flailing. She only needed to spew Latin for it be more more
I had to just watch most of this, doing nothing, because I had Jonathan sleeping right against me and if I moved I'd likely wake him.
In the end, we both pin her down and get her shirt off, but nothing will entice her to leave a new dry one on, or put a sheet over her. "I don't want to be hot!!!!" she screams repeatedly.
We finally elect to just leave her in her shorts. She subsides and sleeps, but it's an eon before we do. Julie is crying a lot, so concerned for "my little girl, my own." And me? Cuba was my idea. My campaign.
I think maybe it's time to end this trip. I promise to call the airline in the morning and find out what it will cost to get us home.