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The saga continues. Justin was a happy, happy guy yesterday. He went to daycare. I went to nurse him. Happy boy. At 2 I got a call that he had a fever of 101.3, high enough to get sent home. He was smiling when I picked him up.
He smiled in the dr's waiting room where the following conversation made me giggle:
5 year old boy: Is this guy President yet? (holding Time magazine with Obama on the cover)
Mom: No honey, they're still having a contest to see if he becomes the candidate.
5YOB: Aren't they going to vote?
Mom: Yes, that's what I meant.
5YOB: Voting's not a good contest. So when's he going to be President?
Mom proceeded to give the boy a crash course in primary elections. He then took the magazine and explained to all the fish in the tank that Obama wasn't president yet and that people were deciding if he should be one of the people to vote for later.
But back to Justin (who I only hope is that smart when he gets to be that age). He smiled when the nurse tried to use the rectal thermometer to get his temp. She couldn't get a good reading even though he stayed perfectly still. But he definitely had a fever. He didn't fuss when we weighed him, which also wouldn't give a good reading. He started at 18 lbs and we took him off when it said 17lbs 12 oz. (I wish my scale worked like that). He smiled while the doctor examined him. He mimicked the doctor washing his hands.
He smiled at his dad who came to meet us at the clinic. "This is a sick child?" my husband asked. The pharmacy was backed up again so I had to go back in the evening to get the new antibiotic. Of course, Justin had passed out by this point. I didn't see the point in waking him up, so we let him sleep.
He woke up at 1 am with a 103.6 fever. Yikes! I gave him his antibiotic and some Tylenol and we nursed. He was roasting but he kept looking up at me and smiling. Finally he nodded off and I kept vigil over his still steaming body. He had cooled off some, but I dressed him in light weight clothes to sleep in and kept him next to me in bed. I drifted off after awhile since nothing was happening.
He woke up this morning fever-free. He wasn't happy that I wouldn't let him crawl off the bed. He wasn't happy that he had to get dressed. He didn't like getting his nose wiped. I couldn't put him down at all. He wasn't really into nursing. He did like being put in the car seat and was glad to be at daycare. But he was fussy when I went to nurse him at noon. He took a three steps to me though!!!! He also felt warm....guess who came home with me. His fever was slight, 100.7, but I could tell he wanted to nurse and needed to nap. He's been drifting off and on since then.
The ILs are coming for dinner tonight so I guess I'd better start on that. DH found a recipe he thinks I should try for lasagna. He found it on my computer when a neighbor asked for a lasagna recipe. DH printed out several and the neighbor said that this was the best recipe he's ever made. I like my usual recipe, but I need to stay on DH's good side for a while, so I'll go with it.
He smiled in the dr's waiting room where the following conversation made me giggle:
5 year old boy: Is this guy President yet? (holding Time magazine with Obama on the cover)
Mom: No honey, they're still having a contest to see if he becomes the candidate.
5YOB: Aren't they going to vote?
Mom: Yes, that's what I meant.
5YOB: Voting's not a good contest. So when's he going to be President?
Mom proceeded to give the boy a crash course in primary elections. He then took the magazine and explained to all the fish in the tank that Obama wasn't president yet and that people were deciding if he should be one of the people to vote for later.
But back to Justin (who I only hope is that smart when he gets to be that age). He smiled when the nurse tried to use the rectal thermometer to get his temp. She couldn't get a good reading even though he stayed perfectly still. But he definitely had a fever. He didn't fuss when we weighed him, which also wouldn't give a good reading. He started at 18 lbs and we took him off when it said 17lbs 12 oz. (I wish my scale worked like that). He smiled while the doctor examined him. He mimicked the doctor washing his hands.
He smiled at his dad who came to meet us at the clinic. "This is a sick child?" my husband asked. The pharmacy was backed up again so I had to go back in the evening to get the new antibiotic. Of course, Justin had passed out by this point. I didn't see the point in waking him up, so we let him sleep.
He woke up at 1 am with a 103.6 fever. Yikes! I gave him his antibiotic and some Tylenol and we nursed. He was roasting but he kept looking up at me and smiling. Finally he nodded off and I kept vigil over his still steaming body. He had cooled off some, but I dressed him in light weight clothes to sleep in and kept him next to me in bed. I drifted off after awhile since nothing was happening.
He woke up this morning fever-free. He wasn't happy that I wouldn't let him crawl off the bed. He wasn't happy that he had to get dressed. He didn't like getting his nose wiped. I couldn't put him down at all. He wasn't really into nursing. He did like being put in the car seat and was glad to be at daycare. But he was fussy when I went to nurse him at noon. He took a three steps to me though!!!! He also felt warm....guess who came home with me. His fever was slight, 100.7, but I could tell he wanted to nurse and needed to nap. He's been drifting off and on since then.
The ILs are coming for dinner tonight so I guess I'd better start on that. DH found a recipe he thinks I should try for lasagna. He found it on my computer when a neighbor asked for a lasagna recipe. DH printed out several and the neighbor said that this was the best recipe he's ever made. I like my usual recipe, but I need to stay on DH's good side for a while, so I'll go with it.