Monday, August 1, 2011

Sick boy.

My little Micah is sick today. He was not himself last night and woke up multiple times before midnight (thankfully) crying hysterically. Nothing would calm him down except for sitting on my lap. I figured he was out of sorts from the trip, or possibly scared. I thought if he was sick he would still be fussy, even on my lap, but he wasn't. Still, he felt warm to me, so I was suspicious. We got him settled eventually, though not that far before midnight. Somehow he slept through the night, and even slept in really late in the morning. He did not get up until 9:45 a.m., which is unheard of in this house. (Though I confess this morning Mike let me sleep in and I got up at that time too! I felt terribly guilty, but my body really needed it.) But this morning, Micah was burning up. He did eat breakfast, but then he would only sit on my lap.

I took his temperature and it was 102.4, which is fairly high. I felt horrible for him. It was a long day. I was home alone with him until lunch time and during that time he lay on my lap, sometimes on his back, sometimes on his tummy, hugging me. His fever went down when we gave him advil (and later tylenol, and then more advil again), but he was not happy all day. I forced him to go down for a nap and he was terribly unhappy about it, but he did sleep eventually. Then he woke up hysterical again so I brought him to my bed and laid down with him. He fell asleep under a blanket beside me and stayed that way quite a while.

He is acting much more normal this evening, but he is horribly grouchy. I put him to bed about ten minutes ago and he is still crying, though not hysterically. I can also hear the other two fooling around. Mike is not here this evening either. I hope the evening is not disastrous. I am scared he may have a stomach issue, though his only indication was a tiny amount of diarrhea once at lunch time, but nothing since then, so he is probably okay in that area. But when he was on my bed with me he would suddenly start crying saying "Owie! Owie!" and being a two-year-old, he could not tell me where it was hurting. He barely drank or ate today, but he did eat some chicken and rice for supper, so that is good. He refused lunch.

I hate having sick kids. It is the most horrible feeling in the world. Really, I think I would rather be sick myself than have them sick. It is such a helpless feeling when there is nothing you can do to make them feel better. If he is really feverish tomorrow I might take him to the doctor. He was shaking this morning when he got up. Poor little guy.

Anyway, it is quiet in here for the moment. I sincerely hope it stays that way all evening, though at this point I still have my doubts. Regardless, I intend to take advantage of the silence and work on my book. I am on chapter eight now, and would love to finish it this week and move on to chapter nine, if possible. So, I am off for now.

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