We have survived Owen's first major sickness. Last week was a rough one. On Monday, the O-man came down with a 103 degree fever. Mommy rushed him to the pediatrician's office where they checked his ears, throat, skin, belly, and everywhere else but came up with nothing. He was put on a regimen of Motrin around the clock until the fever came down.
That took 3 days (yikes!) He had his 18 month appointment that day anyway, and was still sick so back we went. He hadn't eaten in 4-5 days besides a few bites of his favorite things, had a mild runny nose, diarrhea, and when I went to get him weighed and took off his clothes he had a rash over his whole trunk. The doctor came in and said, oh that's roseola. He had lost a little weight since Monday and then had to get 2 shots on top of feeling crummy already.
Most of you probably saw this on Facebook, but this is all he did the whole week. Cry, want to cuddle, and cry some more. I felt terrible for him. It's the worst when your baby is sick and you can't make them feel all better. I don't know how parents of children with serious illnesses do it day after day. I was toast after a week just from soothing and worrying.
By the weekend, he was back to his cheery, hell-raising self. Kids do bounce back quick, but I may still be a little traumatized ha ha!
See-all better!
I think he has also managed to eat all the food he missed from last week in addition to his normal intake too.
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