I lifted my 3-week-old (second baby) to nurse him at 10:30pm before I went to bed (hoping to get another half hour of sleep out of it, haha) and when he latched on his mouth was as hot as blue blazes. I had his father bring my stethoscope and got a pulse of about 220; this in a child who had been sleeping peacefully and was now alert and nursing normally. I called my beloved pediatrician, figuring he'd tell me to bring the kid to the office in the morning. He said, "I'll meet you in the Emergency Room at Children's Hospital in twenty minutes."
Geez. He never said anything remotely like that to me before. I got dressed and put the kid in the car seat and drove through the soft warm damp spring evening through the city. Little guy was cooing and ahh-ing-- Look! Lights! Movement! Full tummy! Extrauterine life is great!
I pulled into the ER parking and carried in the whole car seat (in those years they were smaller and easier to pick up). Parked him on the desk and said, "Dr. M told me to come." I could see the eyes rolling and the thoughts behind them. "Ah, another nervous mother, don't you think we have enough to do with really sick children?" I could hear the sounds of major trauma and status epilepticus going on in the back and felt like a fool with my smiling happy little newborn.
Dr. M was waiting for me and hustled us into an exam room with an eye-roller. Ten seconds later, temp 104.4 deg F and a pass with the otoscope, and the answer is clear-- two hot ears. Not common to have bilat otitis media in a 3-week old breastfed baby, but there it was. He said it was a good thing that was it, because otherwise it would have been the three-day admission and work up for sepsis-- blood cultures, LP, the whole nine yards. As it was, the first of many amoxicillin rxs (I know that's not std of care anymore, but it was then). Kid still has an amazing pain tolerance, nothing bothers him much.
And I never forgot those rolling eyes.