My poor little guy is sick. Just last week he was outside running around in the snow, happy as could be.

He had a 99 degree fever all day, and then when I checked him again after I picked Belle up from school, it was up to 100.4. He was still acting fine, until after dinner. His eyes were getting red and he just looked so tired.  Chris picked him up and Grahm just threw up all over.  I couldn't help but watch.  I just froze.  I didn't grab a towel, bucket, or anything.  I don't know if I was more shocked that he threw up or if Chris didn't throw up.  He gets so grossed out about things like that, but not tonight.  He was a perfect, loving dad and was so concerned about his little boy.  We're both worried about him and hope he gets better really soon.  He has a doctor appointment in the morning, so hopefully we'll find out more then.

Isabelle has had a cough for the past few weeks, and it's been getting worse.  So on Wednesday morning, she has an appointment with the doctor.  Both her room and the boys' room have humidifiers in them now, which will hopefully help.

1 comment:

Hilary said...

aww, poor buddy :( I hope he gets better very, very soon and that no one else in your household gets sick.