STILL sick
Quinn is sick. Still. Today he had a 102 fever, a cough, and the neverending runny nose is still around, too. So I took him to work with me this morning, set my classroom up with an independent activity for the students, and promptly got the hell out of there before he infected the entire campus. He was so hot that he was radiating heat. He was standing about four inches from me while I knelt beside him and I could literally feel heat surrounding him. So sad. But as I have mentioned before, the one good thing about a kid with a high fever is that they are SO easy! And mellow! Despite the fact that I stayed home from work with a sick child, it was such an easy day! Did I mention the 3 hour nap? Obviously, I feel awful for the little guy, but it was so nice to have a whole day of quiet!
Henry is the only one in the family that is not sick. The rest of us have been fighting this damn bug for two weeks. Henry has changed so much in the last few days. It is almost as if turning 5 has biologically changed him. He listens better, he helps out more, he is somewhat calmer, and even put his PJ's on by himself without a fight! THAT is huge! I am hoping this is a permanent change and not a fluke, but part of me knows better. Still, one can dream.
But back to Q. He is now on antibiotics. Again. Didn't we just finish the last round of the orange stuff like three seconds ago? With everything I've read, I REALLY hate putting him on that stuff again, but when your kid has been sick for two weeks and gets WORSE all of a sudden, what can you do? So ten long days of Zithromax AGAIN. Thank goodness Q is good about taking it. Those baby days of medicine when I had to pin the boys down and force-feed it down their throats were so not cool. Now, lo and behold, they can drink their medicine all by themselves! It's the little things that count.
1 Comments:
Hi Callie.
I'm loving your blog. I have two boys (three, and almost five) and can totally relate to many of your entries. In fact, I'm wondering if you have a tiny video camera somewhere in my house that you're using to swipe material from for your blog??
The minute I enter the washroom, the boys run into my room and ask if they can "pulllleeeaaase wrestle" on my bed. "We promise we won't hurt each other!" Right.
Anyway, good job. Keep writing. I'll keep reading.
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