And so it begins…
James is still running a fever. Last night, I had given him some Tylenol when it was just a tad over 100, and he was really cranky. He fell asleep and within an hour, woke up crying with his temperature up to 102.6. I had him on my lap, and he was just listless and burning up. We decided to give him a lukewarm bath, which I’m sure felt completely frigid to him. After we took him out, I took it again, and it was back to just over 100. In a few minutes, he was wiggling out of my lap, running around and acting like James again. He ended up waking up two more times during the night, still with a fever, and not so happy. He’s lacking in energy today as well, and I got him to drink something this morning and eat a banana, but we haven’t been able to get him to eat or drink much since then.
He’ll probably have to stay home tomorrow as well. Hopefully he’ll fight off whatever it is soon.
It never ceases to amaze me how my kids can be on death’s door one minute and doing laps around the living room the next. If I were that sick I’d be fused to the couch.
I wish I had that kind of rebounding power.