My son is sick. Really, really sick. Like he hasn't been, since, I think he was two. We have had our share of colds, everyone gets at least one a year, but this is different. He was his normal self all day yesterday, except Coralie mentioned that he seemed to be coughing. Before bed I noticed he had a fever, but he didn't seem overly bothered by it, so I didn't give him anything. This morning he woke up and was absolutely on fire with fever. He got in bed with me and said that he hadn't slept well during the night. He was twitching and making these death-rattle sounds, and couldn't fall back asleep. Husband is an RN, and he said I should definitely give him something. So I gave him a dose of ibuprofen, which brought it down long enough for him to want to get out of the house for a bit. We ran one errand and went out for lunch, and then he was heating up again. We went home and he parked himself on the couch, and we watched some documentaries about Disneyland and Disney World. Eventually he dozed off, but his breathing sounded awful and labored. At 5 he woke up and asked me to put him in his bed. I am sure I will be running in and out of there all evening, worrying. I may run to the drugstore for some refill pads for our little plug in Vicks vaporizer thing.
Husband is off today, so I asked him to take Coralie out for dinner... I know that our attention is diverted, mine especially, so I thought some special time with dad was probably in order.