Round 2

The sickness has now passed it's way around and made it to Evan. We got up this morning and as I was making bottles for the babies Kevin appeared in the kitchen with Evan curled up in a ball in his arms. I was instructed to "feel his head" and sure enough - hot. I finished making the bottles and took them to the boys while Kev took Evan's temperature: 101.3. I gave him a dose of children's Motrin and set him up on the couch with his green blankie (the one he chews on), his Thomas blankie, his "brown clues" pillow (it has brown paw prints on it that he thinks are Blue's clues), a cup of juice and a bag of fruit loops.

Throughout the morning chaos, I'd frequently feel his forehead to spot check his temperature and it always felt a little warm, but not crazy hot. Eventually it was time to put the boys down for their morning nap and these past few days have had me incredibly exhausted, so of course I was really jonesing for a nap. I packed up Evan's camp and brought it into the bedroom. I set him up with an episode of Team UmiZoomi while I dozed off for a few minutes. I was actually able to squeeze in almost half an hour - not quite as long and refreshing as I really was in need for, but I'll take every spare minute I can get.

The babies woke up and were ready for lunch. Evan wanted to stay and watch some more Nick Jr, so I left him in our bedroom. After I got the boys all set up with their highchairs and food I went to check on Evan and ask if he was hungry. I cracked open the door to find my bug passed out sprawled clear across the middle of the mattress. I figured I'd let him be since he probably wasn't hungry anyway.

About an hour later I hear a very pathetic, "mommmmmy, moooommmmmy...." coming down the hall. I was in the kitchen when he found me and he practically fell to the floor of exhaustion. I picked him up and he was a little ball of fire. I rushed him over to the thermometer and boom - just like that he had gone from barely a fever at all to 103.4 in about an hour. It had only been 5 hours since his last dose of Motrin, but we didn't have any Tylenol in the house so I decided to give him another dose an hour early. It brought things back down to a somewhat decent level and he started acting kind of normal again.

He seems pretty fine as long as he's doped up. But, man, can you tell the second the meds start to wear off - poor guy completely crashes. I hope tomorrow is better for my little man, he's had it pretty rough today.