Friday morning Newbie woke up with a temperature. We thought it was a result of teething. He's been trying to cut two top teeth for a couple weeks now, and we were thinking that Friday was going to be the day and his body was working over time so temps were rising.
We were wrong, and I knew it that afternoon when Newbie was crying inconsolably and refusing to eat much or play. By 4:30 Newbie was clearly miserable, and I was desperate to get in to see his doctor before 5:00 rolled around and we were destined for a weekend urgent care center visit. I'm so not a fan of the urgent care center. I was starting to think Newbie had an ear infection in the works because he was so clingy and whiny- totally not himself. Our doc got us in at the last minute, and told us he had a virus that would have him running a fever a feeling pretty crummy most of the weekend. There weren't any meds he could give us, and I found myself almost wishing he did have an ear infection because at least then we'd have some bubble gum flavored medicine to give him to make us feel like we were doing something to make it better. It is the most awful feeling in the world to see your sweet baby sick and not have any way to make him feel better.
And so began the weekend. Newbie and I were planning on sleeping over at Grandad and G-Mama's house that night anyway because the Hubs was working late, and I was never more grateful for my mom's help. Newbie was miserable for the rest of the evening and into the night. His forehead was beaded in sweat, and his fever barely went down. He was restless and tossed and turned all night long, waking up every 45 minutes or so to cry and tell me how miserable he was. I think we both ended up getting a total of maybe three hours of sleep Friday night.
When Saturday rolled around, the Hubs met up with us at Grandad's house and he and G-Mama helped soothe Newbie while this pregnant mama caught a cat nap to make up for a horrendous night. When I woke up, Newbie was no better, and that's the way it went the rest of the weekend. He was all tears and fever and chills with the occasional break when he would calm down and play but still wasn't himself even then. His fever was still high, and he was incredibly congested and the whole situation was just pitiful. I can't remember ever missing seeing him smile, and this weekend I did. My poor boy was not feeling well at all.
We spent the night at Grandad's again Saturday night, grateful for another set of hands to help, and wondering how on earth we were going to do this with two this winter if it was so hard with one now.
Saturday night Newbie was a fit of sobs when I finally grabbed a blanket and headed for the rocker on the front porch. It was chilly and the sun had fallen below the trees, but the silhouettes of branches reached out into the sky, and a few clouds drifted in and out of what had become a dusky night sky. We snuggled up in the chair, wrapped together in a blanket, and I quietly sang some of our favorite worship songs. Newbie slowly relaxed and tucked into the warmth of the blanket and the steady rock of the chair. His eyes were quiet, and we watched the bats swoop in and out of the silhouetted trees. I locked away that moment in my heart forever because it felt so wonderful to hold my sweet boy and see him calm and quiet and maybe feeling a little better for the first time in two full days. I smiled when I realized I was rocking and singing to my two babies while we sat on the porch drinking in the last bit of the day. It was a sweet moment in the midst of a horrible weekend, and I was so grateful for the gift of peace that evening.
Later we came inside and the Hubs and I hunkered down for another long night. Newbie was up most of the night again, catching a few short naps on his daddy's chest in the LazyBoy when we were able to get him to relax. Sunday went about the same until the afternoon when I made a run to the grocery store for more ibuprofen and some vapor bubble bath and Vicks' Baby Rub. Somewhere inbetween dinner and a vapor bath and pj's, and lots of cuddling, Newbie began to perk up, and though he slept in our room, he slept through the night.
I have never been more happy to see a Monday morning. He's still not feeling 100 percent, evidenced by his sleepy eyes and snuggles today, but he's definitely past the worst of it.
We're tackling laundry and house cleaning today between cuddles and playing quietly with Opie. It's a slow Monday, but a fabulous Monday because it was ushered in with a full night's rest and greeted with a fever-free little boy this morning. Thankful for the quiet and routine of home today, and looking forward to beautiful week.
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