So After my last post, the inevitable happen…the kids got sick too. Thursday afternoon rolls around, I'm still feeling under the weather and Gavin is a super cranky pants. Not a good combination, I get dinner together and Gavin decides he is not going to eat. Weird, Gavin not want to eat? Something is off. I scoop him up, and notice he feels hot…very hot. I get the thermometer. 102.8. Tylenol and a call to the doctor. I heart my doctor's office. One of the reason's I picked this place is because they have extended care hours until 9pm. I got Gavin an appointment at 6:45pm. He got checked out and doc didn't find any other cause for the fever—ear infection, strep throat, none of that. So he concluded to give him Motrin for the fever, humidifier for the runny nose and bring him back if the fever continues for 5 days or anything changes for the worse.
I get Gavin home, some Milk before bed, since he didn't eat any dinner, and then he proceeded to vomit all the milk up all over his bed and floor. Fast forward to 10pm, when Mike and I check on him, give him some motrin and take his temp. 103.8. Call doc. Gavin vomits all the motrin up. Doc calls back, Gavin's fever came down, and he gave me some things to look for in the night to make sure his fever wasn't getting worse.
Saturday comes and Luke now has a fever, runny nose, cough—just like Gavin. Mike was working most of the weekend, so I was just me and the boys holding down the fort trying to make everybody and comfortable a possible and not kill each other.
Tuesday morning rolls around, Gavin wakes up, still has a little fever and just sobs in my lap for 20 minutes. Perfect, now he has a ear infection. So I call the doc and decide to have her look at Luke too as long as I'm going to be there. Luke is fine, no ear infection or sore throat, but Gavin has the beginning of an ear infection brewing. So she gave him some antibiotics. We get home and boy boys take killer naps, Luke slept for 2 and a half hours and Gavin slept for over 3and a half hours, which they both really needed since neither one has been sleeping well at night or napping much during the day. Plus I really needed the break too.
And now for the funny story I promised. Yesterday afternoon, after Luke got up from his nap, he was watching TV while I put some laundry away while Gavin is still napping. While I'm doing this Gavin wakes up from his nap, so I get him out of his sleep sack and change his diaper. I come out to the kitchen and I see Luke standing on the playroom step holding the phone and talking into it. "Umm, Luke, Who are you talking to?" Luke: "I'm just talking to daddy." oh, can I walk to daddy too? OK. I get the phone from him, and I realize that the phone is actually on and there is someone on the line. I hold it up to my ear, and say hello. Mike's voice replies, "Thank God! finally! I have been telling Luke to go and get you for like 5 minutes. Well, I guess Luke does know how to answer the phone.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
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Nice. I can't imagine Cameron answering the phone! Daniela first answered the phone when she was about the same age. Cameron was about 6 months old & not sleeping much, so while he "napped" I laid down to "rest my eyes". She answered the phone & told the person (her dance teacher) that Mommy was sleeping and couldn't come to the phone. Fortunately no one called CPS and she gave me the message!
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