So you had a bad day...

A mother's intuition or inspiration? I lean to the latter.
Monday morning Hyrum woke up with a fever. I felt like I should take him to see the doctor, worried it might be his throat again. Sure enough, his tonsils are infected again. We left with an antibiotic stronger than Amoxicillan.
Today, 72 hours after beginning antibiotic treatment, he's still fevered. We're talking a high fever. (104.9) Everyone I talked to; parents, family, friends, nurses, said I probably should/really should/absolutely must take him back to the doctor. This morning I decided to take him back to the health center.
As I was getting the kids ready, loading and backing out of the garage a re-current thought pressed on my mind: "You don't have to go." I justified. I disregarded. I went. The day is now over; it's been a rough one--all because I didn't heed that simple inspiration. The feeling in my chest is the worst part.
SO at the doctor's office Hy's temp was 105.2. This obviously worried the staff. After poking around in his throat three times, taking blood, pressuring him to pee in a cup, and then attaching a bag to catch his pee and pressuring him more (all while the poor baby has the shivers and a belly ache) They tell me that sometimes this antibiotic takes 4 days to work and is still the best treatment for the infection. We left without urine sample success. Hyrum screamed and I cried as I did my best to un-bond the sticker like bag from his most sensitive areas. (After a soak in the tub, ample soap, and baby oil, I just had to pull it fast.)
The moral of the story is: We didn't have to go. Someone knew that and He was trying to save our family some pain. I'm sorry, Hyrum.
We had a bad day, but we saved our evening. We medicated with a pull the mattresses onto the floor, popcorn and ice cream, movie night. Hits the spot.