Little kids get sick a lot. I feel like ours are certainly healthy more than they fall ill, but at least every couple of months, something small gets them. Sometimes, it's something big. In fact, just a year ago (11 months, to be exact), our little Leo made his first trip to the ER for RSV, after two cases of croup before and one since. This year, it's strep (I think.) He's teething, has an ear infection and upper respiratory infection, but the doc (the excellent Dr. Grandad) was unable to look into his mouth because Leo isn't always the most cooperative patient, even for Grandad. However, with the frequency of his swallowing and refusal to eat or drink anything, I have an inkling he has strep throat. Not that it matters, since he is getting antibiotics anyway. His fever has gone from 104-99.1 and he ate his first meal since Friday afternoon this morning. (He has lost 4 pounds. He is skinny!) However, he is on the way to recovery. Here is a video of him at his worst (Day #2, the day we contemplated an ER visit just to rehydrate):
And now tiny William is on his way down.
It's 10:30am and our baby has a fever of 101. He hasn't eaten since 7:30pm (technically, he has only skipped one feeding, but since I am still nursing, I feel like I could explode. Too much?) He is sound asleep with no signs of an arousal anytime soon. Leo, too, is passed out cold in bed next to Adam (who is working from home today...not home sick and in bed.) What a sad, sad day.
And, I don't know if I am alone in this or not, but there is something about taking care of my sick kids that makes me feel like the best mother in the world. Weird? Hear me out:
These kids are so cuddly. They are so easily comforted by just a little bit of lovin'. This morning, Leo and Hatch were both sound asleep in my lap...next to each other. I had not a free hand to do anything else but snuggle them, and that was ok. When it's time for medication, they line up like little birds and truly believe what they are getting is a special little "snack" from Mom. I get to give them Sprite and popsicles (which have lately been refused), but they look at me like I am queen of the universe. It's so very rewarding to take care of kids who love it. LOVE it. (Also, it makes me feel like I'm playing house and pretending to be my own mother, who is still the best person in the world to go to when we are not feeling well. These days, she does house calls.)
Here are some pictures of my small, sad, sweaty little boys at their less-than-finest hours:
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| Leo and Me, Day #2 (Nothing but Snuggles) |
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| Leo, Day #4, Sleeping on Daddy's chest |
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| Hatch, Day #1. Sleepy Sheepy. |
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| Hatch, Day #2. Happy and Sick (and sweaty) |
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