Spring Fever

Sorry for the silence. We've been a bit busy here, with Will's first serious fever. The ear infection was bad, but he never really seemed that sick, with the exception of interrupted sleep. So this was my first real introduction to life with a sick baby. I can tell you, it was not fun.

Tuesday, he started with a runny nose and just general grumpiness. By Tuesday night, he was refusing all solid food and extremely fussy. We put him to bed early, in the hopes that a little extra rest might do the trick. Two hours later, his weak cries (so unlike his usual screams if he calls for me in the middle of the night), brought me into his room, where I could feel the heat coming from his little body before I even touched him.

With a temperature of 104.3 that did not respond to Tyl.enol or Mo.trin, we found ourselves at the pediatrician on Wednesday afternoon. Poor Little Man was definitely not a happy camper. The doctor gave him a thorough exam and decided that it was a virus and prescribed Comfort Care (all the fluid, loves, and snuggles he wanted) to get him through. Since we had already been doing that, it seemed a bit of a waste of time, but at least we were assured that nothing serious was wrong with him.

All he wanted to do was nurse, nurse, nurse. He didn't want solids, didn't want to sleep in his crib, didn't want to play, didn't want to do anything but have a boob in his mouth. So, we both went to bed and pretty much camped out there. My breasts are pretty sore after a few days of constant nursing, but Will is finally feeling better. Thank goodness!