Sick Days are Happy Days!

Last night, when I picked Caleb up from school, he was burning up. I didn't say anything about it, because any fever is looked at as a possible plague there. For which I'm grateful, but they called me to pick him up three times the first two months he was there because he was a little feverish. I'd take him to the doc, doc would say he's fine, and there I was having taken all that time off, spending all that money at the doc for what turned out to be nothing more than a temperature fluctuation.

Anyway, this time, it was noticeable enough for me to check his temp myself. The first time I tried, it was 101.5, but Caleb had jerked his head away while I was taking it, so Jonathan had to help. 102.5 was more like it. Yikes! So he had a sugar-free popsicle and tylenol for dinner, followed by a cold bath. He went to bed really early, even though he had taken THREE NAPS. Usually, it's a fight to get him to take one. This morning, his temp was hovering right around 100, and I was willing to take him to school because he was in such a good mood. But Jonathan has been REALLY sick since last Wednesday, and he said that if there was even a chance of Caleb having what he had, I couldn't take him to school.

Easy for him to say - he wasn't going to take the day off!

So Caleb went to work with me this morning so that I could get just a few things taken care of, then we went to see the doc. His fever was back up, but about the only thing wrong with him is an enflamed throat. (They did a strep culture. No worries.) So we got some cough syrup, pedialyte, and cuddle time!

Other than his fever, the only way I can tell that he's sick is that he's really clingy. I hate to say it because it sounds like one of those terrible things moms say, but: I love it when he gets a little sick, because he's not usually very cuddly. I've held him ALL day! And he'll put his head on my shoulder, which is something that he's usually too busy looking around to do. And he'll just lay there and drift off. Of course, if I think he's sleeping, I have to be careful not to put him down too quickly. I try to put him in his crib, and he wakes up and has to be held for another hour.

He's drinking grap pedialyte like crazy. The only thing that upsets me about that is that Auggie thinks it's the greatest stuff in the world, and keeps trying to steal his bottle. Too cute!

One thing that I forgot to mention is that I have the first crayon drawing done by Caleb up on the refrigerator. He ripped it in half, but I taped it back together and hung it anyway! So of course, my little brain starts going off on the tangent that says he's going to be an artist. Man, does he impress me!