so i guess we're making up for some lost time around here.
after just getting sick for the first time in just about two and a half years, my small friend's back in the saddle again – this time with his very first fever and little bitty stuffy nose.
dude. up until a day or so ago, i had very rational, calm, cool, collected thoughts about fevers: don't rush to the medicine cabinet, don't panic, fevers are a good thing, they're a sign the body's doing its job. blah blah blah.
yeah, all that was before i saw some fresh new digits on our thermometer. oh how those thoughts became hazy instantly.
he's been hovering right on the edge between a moderate (which i can pretty much handle) and high (which i pretty much cannot) fever since before bed tuesday night.
i called the nurse at the pediatrician's office yesterday afternoon, went through her checklist and hung up feeling somewhat reassured – just keep treating the bonz, and keep treating the fever as needed – but, i have to say, i just want it to go away.
for a couple reasons:
1. the ingredient lists on children's tylenol and ibuprofen seriously make me cringe. in a major way.
2. motherhood has already made me a bit of a germ-a-phobe. this isn't helping matters.
3. the worrying is exhausting.
4. most importantly – i can't stand the thought of bonz not feeling well. though, all evidence points to the contrary (as pictured below, this morning). aside from the temperature and minor intermittent sniffles, you'd never know anything was up with this guy. well, and he's napping for the second day in a row. his body's clearly overriding any decision he'd make on his own and giving him the rest he clearly needs.