It's Monday morning, 4:30am. I hear Evan cry. This is not unusual, so I listen to make sure he's able to situate himself and go back to sleep. One minute.... two minutes.... he wasn't going back to sleep and this cry sounded different than his typical It's-The-Middle-Of-The-Night-And-I'm-Bored-And-Want-Attention cry. So I go down to check on him. He's laying in his crib on his belly, moving his head side to side, and whimpering loudly. I pick him up -- he's H~O~T.
103 degrees to be exact. And miserable. I give him some Tylenol and hold him for probably a good 30-45 minutes before laying him back in his crib. I turn off the alarm and go back to bed, knowing full well I would not be going to work at 8am.
I didn't end up crawling out of bed until about 8:10ish. Dan had already gotten Sean up & dressed, made his breakfast, had a shower, and was getting dressed when I became conscious. Evan was still out.
Our day yesterday mostly consisted of this:
The fever would bounce right back as soon as the Tylenol wore off (even with Tylenol it wouldn't go below 100, actually). He wouldn't eat anything, though he drank his juice/water just fine, which was most important. At one point, I even sat him in his high chair to see if he'd eat a banana. But he just sat there looking at it, then he'd look at me, then back at the banana.... and I realized the poor kid was shivering. So we just cuddled almost all day. He'd get up now & again and play for a minute or two, then come back to cuddle. I did a lot of reading on my Kindle because it's easy to do with one hand and Evan was perfectly content to just sit there being held. He didn't want to play, he didn't want to talk. He just wanted to cuddle.
I won't lie: the cuddling was awesome! Not that I enjoy seeing my baby sick, but if that's how it's gotta be, might as well enjoy the snuggles.
Today, he woke up fever-free and ready to move. He couldn't go back to daycare because he is required to be 24-hours fever-free without meds before returning, so I went into work late and my Mom spent the day hanging out with him.
With the weather being so not-March-like, we've been going outside every night. We takes walks around the big block (it's about a mile), then just play. Check this dude out:
Quite a difference from yesterday, eh? Not much cuddling got done today, but he was a happy dude which is just as good.
And just for kicks, here's a shot of post-haircut Mr. Sean from this evening, cheesin' for his camera-happy mother because he rocks that way:
