Asher loved using his new sidewalk chalk, writing with it and wearing it.
He is developing an amazing vocabulary. I can not believe how proficient he has become in his writing skills.
Last night my precious son spiked a 102 fever. It came out of nowhere. He had played hard all day; a lot of time outside enjoying his first time with sidewalk chalk. Running around with Daddy in the back yard…not once did he seem sick. Our plans were to get up this morning and take a family trip to the zoo. That was not to happen. I was at a loss when we got ready for bed, and he burst into tears. On a whim, I took his temperature. 102 is the highest it has ever been.
I kept watch and temp readings on him through the night. Woke him up to give him Tylenol to keep the fever down. I am so grateful our pediatrician has Saturday morning office hours. By 9 am, Asher was diagnosed with strep and given antibiotics. He was miserable. Just kept wanting to watch “M-Elmo” and snuggle. He took two naps, was never up longer than a few hours before needing to go back down. Awake he sat on my lap whimpering, didn’t want to drink or eat, and he was so warm. At one point the thermometer read 103.8.
Some of you are reading this post thinking,”been there done that”. Others of you have been through much worse, but for my little guy in 19 months this is the most pitiful he has ever been. He has had numerous ear infections, usually a double; a few sinus infections, but the highest fever he has ever had is 100. With every sickness he has, he whines a little, but for the most part he is cheerful and good natured. My heart broke today as I cuddled my little one and tried to console him. I felt helpless, nothing I did could make it better. I physically hurt for him and wanted to just take it away. So that is why I say in 19months this has been the longest day!!!
We spend so much time teaching our little ones. We work on words and letters, numbers and names of friends and family. We discipline and praise to get them to differentiate between right and wrong. Then they become our little parrots…words you say and things you do must be more carefully monitored. Well right now I am battling some issues with my asthma. It comes down to a lot of congestion, so though it is far from lady-like, I am working hard to get the stuff out of my chest. I’m sure many of your know what this is like. Well my little guy has heard and watched me over the last few days. Here is one of those moments that I didn’t mean to teach. Today he coughs goes over toward our kitchen sink which is a foot and some above his head and mocks the sounds of spitting. I just had to laugh. Hey, Mommy’s allergies are the very reason he was blowing his nose at 1 year old, so I suppose teaching him early how to get out the phlegm isn’t all bad. he he, I love my little parrot!