A Sick Boy

This past Friday night, Jaggar woke up crying just two hours after he went to bed. I didn't think a whole lot of it, so I just eased him back to laying down and left his room. But two hours later at midnight, he was in my room again. He climbed in my bed, and when I went to take him back to his bed, I realized he was hot with fever. Oh. No. Ever since the horrid stomach bug, I am not feeling like it's our turn on the sickness ride again. So Travis and I spent the next 20 minutes convincing him to take some Motrin. His temp was 101.4. He slept in my bed that night and whimpered through the night breathing fast, short breaths in the night. It was creepy. He held my hand and shared my pillow. How could I turn that away? The next morning, he looked no better. He never felt cool to me. I wanted to wait to take him to the doctor. Why do these things always happen on the weekend? But when his temp reached 103.4 and his eyes looked like they were crossing, I called the oncall nurse. She was sweet and nonchalant and said that as long as he had no other symptoms that she was fine with that. Well, SHE was...I wasn't. Because he is still small, I worried that his throat did hurt because normally when my kids get high, sudden fevers like that, it's strep. Sage is just now old enough to tell me when her throat hurts. Kids that small don't really even know what their "throat" is. So after lunch, when he refused Sprite and spit the tylenol on me, we were first in line for cares to open. It was almost 100 degrees, and I was carrying a 30 lb feverish 3 year old, BUT I was the first to be seen. There were 9 and counting behind me before they even opened the doors. We were called immediately back. They did a strep test, flu test, mono test and CBC. Those were all really fun. His temperature was still high. He refused their tylenol, too. But the verdict? Everything looked good. Ears, throat, tests and blood work were all normal. Fever virus. I was okay with that. I had to know. And thankfully, though I was told it could last up to a week, he woke up the next day without fever. This was good because after the doctor and his nap, he was hot to hold, and his temp was 103.7. Not our most fun Saturday, but all is well now.

Here he is in the car watching a movie while we got milk before the dr opened.

He seriously couldn't hold his eyes open all day.

Waiting in the car for Cares to open. Isn't that so sad?

103.7 temp

But now? We are done with sickness and counting down the days until we are out of here for the beach. We even made a countdown chain for it.