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So I woke up at Five this morning to the sound of cough cough cough coming from my poor little ones room. Look over in the bed and noticed my husband was still at work which by that time made a twenty four hour hard labor shift. So I gave Ryan a call to find out if he was anywhere near to be done. Luckily he was on his way home but told me he kept falling asleep on the ride. I think I have mentioned that while I am very happy he has a job in this economy I hate the way they work him. It's not healthy for someone to be building, designing, and then testing heavy equipment for twenty four hours straight. He almost lost his hand once doing the job he does. we were very lucky the doctor was able to sew it back together and that he didn't get an infection since dirt and hydralic oil shot into his blood stream. So as I am talking to my husband trying to keep him awake, I keep hearing my poor little coughing and I mean really coughing hard. So I grab him out of bed and he's burning up. Nothing to extreme but a decent fever of 101.1. I can barely get his temp since he is coughing till he gags. Poor kid. I hate to see him like this. nothing makes a mom feel more helpless than holding her toddler while he coughs and shakes in her arms. I finally got him back to sleep but of course I am awake at this point. However, I am very happy to say that our tadpole is still alive this morning!!!! Thank God for that one!