I think God has a pamplet on parenting. In particular one He chose not to print up for parents or even share with us. In that pamplet contains such things as – when your child gets sick it’s bound to happen on a weekend because that’s when your doctor is closed. Or if you child has a stomach bug you will find out in the middle of the the grocery store while browsing the cereal isle, then have to flee before everyone sees it was your child who yaked on the floor. Or the day before you leave on a pre-planned, non-cancelable vacation both of your children will get really ill. Along with all the other things you don’t hear about in parentening classes because if they told you this folks may actually reconsider having offspring.
Kids get fevers, it actually shows their fighting some infection. I understand all that. Except when CaseyJ gets a fever, particularly one above 100 degrees I worry. I want to know why he has that fever or what’s causing it. Main reason I become more concerned when he spikes a fever over his brother is because we went through the whole “my legs hurts so much I scream and can’t walk” thing bouncing from doctor to hospital to x-rays to bone scan to MRI. The little tough guy also is slow to say he doesn’t feel good. It took him complaining of being cold and just laying around (not being himself) for us to find out he had a fever and a sore throat. All I could think was I remembered the sign on the school board saying two cases of strep throat were reported last week. Yipee. With all our options for seeing a doctor closed on a weekend I decided to make the 15 mile drive to the ER in Luling. Yes, the same one he was in a year ago for a bad case of strep (high fever and all over body rash) a day before we left for New Mexico and the same one we waited in four years ago for more x-rays of his hips. So these memories always seem to be fresh in my mind anytime he becomes ill. Although we got in and out fairly quickly I still have issues with hospitals.
I’ll tell you this though, the little dude is one tough hombre. The did the strep test (stick the q-tip like thingy so far in your throat you gag) and he made a face then announced “that didn’t hurt at all” and went back to reading his book. Note this is the same thing that sets his big brother Z off into a seriously dramatic crying fit. Then the flu test (a skinny q-tip like thingy shoved up his nose into his brain) he did not like that and pulled it out. This upset him and he cried a little but as I hugged him he wiped his tears from his eyes and in a half-tough half-wounded voice said “i didn’t like that but it didn’t hurt either”. Both tests were negative but with a really red throat and a fever he got the pink antibiotics anyway. A few doses of Tylenol later he was full of energy, until about 4:30pm or so. I noticed the other room was awfully quiet and when I walked in he was half asleep with the Wii remote in his hand, covered up on the couch just about passed out. He took about a two hour nap and then spent some time watching a little tv before their bedtime.
I was able to prop my camera up onto the tripod to take a few pictures of him resting. He’s always in motion so these pictures are rare. Plus he’s so darn sweet looking when he’s asleep…. He’ll be fine in a day or so I’m sure, they have Monday off so he’ll have extra time to rest up. Let’s hope no one else gets the “germ”.
I think God has a pamplet on parenting. In particular one He chose not to print up for parents or even share with us. In...