Cough Cough

Last Thursday L had his regular midday nap which lasted for almost 4 hours.  I should’ve known something was up.  He woke up happy, but later on developed a fever and a nasty cough.  The fever got higher and higher as the evening wore on.  He actually slept through the night and woke up though with a fever still.  Rather than wait till later I bundled him up and took him to our local walk in centre.  Ears and throat thankfully were clear.  Just a nasty cold.  He slept most of the day away, in my arms, and at one point his fever reached 39.4!  Highest I’ve ever seen in both my kids.  Saturday morning came and the fever finally broke.  He still had no appetite but at least the fever did its job and fought whatever infection was happening.

Today he still has a bit of a cough but is better.    But nothing like the past weekend.  Poor guy.  I hate it when my kids don’t feel well, mostly because I am such a worrier!  Not so much with S anymore because she can tell me what hurts or what makes her feel better, but with L who can’t tell me what’s wrong it I often feel so helpless.  But I trudge on, doing what I know best and that is taking care of him.  Despite my worry, I know what to do to take care of him.  I give credit for that to my mom who was such a great nurse to me when I was sick.  She knew all the little tricks to make my sick day a good day.  Lots of snuggles, lots of comfy blankets, fresh squeezed juice, or plenty of water, toast or crackers, homemade chicken soup or nothing at all if I didn’t want anything.   So that’s what L got on Friday, lots of snuggles, and sleeping in mommy’s arms, homemade soup, lots of water, a bit of juice and lots of love.

Guess it worked