Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Our poor, poor boy
8:00 AM--Caroline wakes up and opens her door to leave her room. Evan wakes up at the same time, stays in his room, and lectures (tantrums) Caroline that it was still night time and she should get back in bed. That simple act let us know that Evan was not feeling like himself, especially because he is usually the one to convince all of us that night time is OVER.
8:30 AM--We get Evan calmed down enough to lay on the couch and watch a show. He's feverish, and falls asleep again within a couple of minutes of being on the couch.
9:00 AM--The kids are off at school, and I am in the basement getting ready to work out. I'm trying to pick out a tv show to watch when Evan wakes up, and comes down to the basement to find me. My sweet boy looks at me with a pale, sleepy face and asks me to, "Please hold you (me)." Of course, I pick him up and cuddle with him in our recliner. He promptly falls asleep for two hours. I don't have the heart to put him down.
11:00 AM--He wakes up. We go upstairs. He wants to watch a show. I take his tempurature, and it reads 101. He falls asleep again.
12:00-6:00 PM--He asks for Cheerios and then watches shows and dozes on and off.
After that busy :( day, Evan still managed to fall asleep for the night at 8:30. Poor kid. His fever is consistently around 101. He's congested, but other than the extreme tiredness and fever, does not have any other symptoms.
I hope he feels better tomorrow! :((