Sunday, September 4, 2011

Spoke too soon

Callum has decided today he will scream and screech as loud as he possibly can. He doesn't want to be held. He doesn't want to lay in his bed. He doesn't want to sit. He doesn't want to eat. He doesn't want to drink.

He wants to lie on the floor and scream, letting the entire neighborhood know how miserable he really feels.

Unfortunately, his fever spiked again last night (roughly 104-105 again!).  :(  He was in pretty bad shape and finally passed out on my chest while I rotated cool wet cloths on his back again, too tired to put up much of a fight. He woke up this morning with a 104 temp (again!). I waited a bit, giving him juice and for the Tylenol to kick in, but no luck. So, much to his dismay, back to the cold bath we went. Which he again, hated me for.

He napped a bit right after brunch (my dad came over and we all walked to a nearby cafe to get out for a bit) but woke up madder 'n hell and stayed that way until I put him back down for another nap. 

I'm pretty worn out and am wishing really hard that this is the last of it. Of course, by then, Logan will be sick. Isn't it how it goes? ;-)

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