Feverific

I got off work at noon yesterday, and was so excited to have the ENTIRE afternoon to myself. I met BT for lunch at Surin, then headed to Kohl's to do some alone shopping for me and me alone. (Ensue Pity Party) I was SO looking forward to it. It had been quite some time since I went shopping, and especially a long time since I went shopping for MYSELF. You girls understand: there's just something cathartic about shopping, wandering aimlessly through the clothes, picking stuff out, trying it on, browsing some, and buying some. Plus, since T was at school, I knew I had three full hours to myself before I went to pick him up.

So of course it would happen that I got my first load of clothes in my arms, ready to go to the dressing room to try them all on when my phone rang. It was, of course, school, and Thomas had a fever of 102.

I stuck the clothes on the closest rack and headed out to get him, both worried sick about him, and equally feeling sorry for myself that yet again, I lost some valuable 'time' to myself.

I went ahead and made an appointment at the doctor because my first inclination was that his pesky ear infections were back, and with it being a holiday weekend, if that was the case, I wanted to go ahead and get him on antibiotics.

The doctor said his ears were clear, his lungs were clear, and his throat was a little red, but not 'strep red.' She guessed virus.

Fast forward to this morning. Thomas was MISERABLE. Crying, flailing, unconsolable, and WHINING UP A STORM. he seemed like he was in a lot more pain. So I did the first-time mom thing to do: I dragged him back to the doctor. By the time we got to the doctor, his fever was 103. This time, though, they wanted to make sure it wasn't more. They checked his stool, and did blood work. All came back saying the same thing: it's really just a bad fever virus. We have him on a pretty strict schedule to reduce his fever with tylenol and ibuprofin, and since they gave him his first big dose at the doctor, his fever has gone down considerably. We're hanging out at about 100 as of bedtime.

All I know is I HATE not being able to help him. But he does seem to be feeling better.

Not exactly how we pictured our Memorial Day weekend, but we're just hoping little T feels better in the morning.

Here's our normally happy boy at the doctor today: