I know we are lucky. Aside from a runny nose here and a cough there, Sam has been almost entirely healthy since the day he was born. No ear infections, no fevers, no flu. I’ve heard the horror stories from other mommas, and I am grateful for Sam’s strong immune system.
But he was bound to go down eventually.
I had barely unpacked my suitcase after our weekend away, when the sad and sick whines began. It must be awfully hard to be a toddler who can’t communicate exactly where it hurts. And so there have been a lot of tears, a lot of extra snuggling and rocking, a lot of Sesame Street. Meals in my lap or on the couch under a blanket. Icepops in the morning and milkshakes in the afternoon.
And finally, today, a trip to the pediatrician. Poor kiddo has his very first fever, though the doctor was unable to trace it to any infection. Just a bad cold, I guess? But, oh, this is bad enough. Nothing worse for a mommy heart than to see her son sick.
Needless to say, we are both very anxious for Daddy to come home tomorrow.
Poor kiddo! (That picture on the top right is most definitely heart-breaking!) Milkshakes and mac and cheese on the couch would make me feel better, too. Hope he gets over the fever soon!
aw i hope he is better soon!!!!!!
so sad! you can tell he’s just not up to his usual self. hope it’s a quick recovery for him!