Sick Days

I'm home this morning with a sick little boy. You name it he's got it. Fever . . . check. Vomiting . . . check. Cough . . . check. Congestion . . . check. Because he's so nauseated, I've gone against my usual judgment and not rushed him to the doctor. His doctor's office is a good 25 min drive, and there is nothing worse than riding in a car nauseated.

In case you're wondering, I've already entertained the possibility that it could be the flu (even though the stomach part is a little unusual for the flu). But, while the doc could confirm that one way or the other, his pediatrician is not a fan of giving healthy children antivirals. So a trip to the doctor would most likely result in me cleaning up puke for the 20th time and not much else. Plus his doctor is open on Saturday mornings so if need be, we can go in the morning.

The other thing is, I've talked to his ENT's office, and it looks like he may have to go in Monday, to make sure his ears are okay (that's still up in the air). He's also having some symptoms of a clogged tube. Or maybe the tube has come out and I didn't notice it. Those things are tiny and sneaky.

So that's what we're doing. Sitting around the house in our jammies, watching cartoons, and praying that this nasty bug gets better ASAP. There have been lots of back rubs and wet washcloths on the forehead. Which both have magical powers to make even the sickest kiddo feel better. My house is a wreck . . . that always seems to happen when someone is sick, but we'll get it back in order when everyone is back to normal. And I've pulled out the big guns . . . bleach and Lysol. I don't use them often, but when puke comes a knockin' they answer the door. Sorry if that's way too much information. I know all you moms out there completely understand.

Here's to feeling better and fevers breaking.