Titus continued to burn at 38.8°C at 5am the morning we were due to fly to Busan on Nov 14.
We fed him a staggered treatment of paracetamol and ibuprofen, which managed to tame his fever to a manageable 37°C by 7am.
His temperature hovered around that till 8am, when we were due to leave for the airport.
Awesome Husband wasn’t too confident about travelling with Titus, but calls to Korean Air and our travel insurance provider turned in disappointing results – we weren’t allowed to change our flights and we couldn’t get back any money if we were to cancel our trip.
With flights and hotels booked and paid for (and they amounted to more than S$3,000 for a two-week vacation), we didn’t have much choice but to press on.
Furthermore, I had a feeling that Titus would be well by the fourth day (that is, the second day of our trip) and it would be a crying shame to leave him behind and not be able to be with him for two weeks.
Titus was cheery at the airport, which was a relief. However, his temperature climbed to 38.5°C mid flight and I had to sponge him a little to bring his fever down.
Still, he was smiley and willing to watch Pororo cartoons and play with a Pororo themed doodling book that the airline provided.
His temperature climbed and dived several times on the flight. It was unnerving but we all survived it without drama.
Our first stop on this trip was Busan, and our first night was a sleepless one as we woke several times to check his temperature, feed him his medicine and sponged him whenever that was needed.
Somehow, my instincts were spot on this time and Titus was in the clear by the second day. His last fever reared its head at noon on Nov 16 and we didn’t have to give him any medicine after. Phew!
I had many concerned people (including Awesome Husband) who tried to dissuade me from bringing a sick child abroad. It would be too much trouble and hardship for both the parents and the child.
Looking back, I’d have agreed to leave him behind if: he was listless and fevered; had trouble breathing from a heavily congested nose; was under 12 months old; and we were going to destination with poor medical facilities.
But he was not all that and South Korea is a developed and modern nation. I had nothing to fear.
What I did learn from this experience is, have all medicine required on hand (his pediatrician was helpful and provided even a bottle of antibiotics for dire circumstances), know where the nearest hospital with 24-hour A&E is in the destination, and keep calm always.