Well, here it is February 3rd and Matthew was going to go to a birthday party tomorrow for a little friend that he hasn't seen in so long, and he got a fever last night. It all started yesterday, he started sneezing a little and then by last night was telling me something hurt in his throat when he swallowed. I took his temp around 10 pm and it was 101.3..we gave him the "orange" stuff because he hates "the red". (all the while Mommy praying that the orage will do the trick).
He is all stuffy this morning and had another fever this morning about the same as last night. We are praying this goes away and is better by his birthday party next Saturday.
But I am dreading calling our friend who is having a birthday party tomorrow. We have had the worst luck with her and Matthew or one of us is always sick. This is one of my problems with Mommydom. It brings back my own childhood feelings of letting people down or having them not believe you or you feel that they don't believe you. You want to just say hey, "come over and we will stick our head out the door and you then can see proof"...
I think because Matthew was a preemie every winter since he was born, the more we would have playgroups, the more he would get sick. And that was a time when he didn't even interact yet. Mommy would take care of the 10 day illness and two days later or a week later, he would get it again and it would last all winter long. And sometimes then Mommy and Daddy would get it too. And as all mom's know there is no fun in trying to comfort a sick child, when you don't feel good...your energy is completely drained.
When the spring comes, he's fine. He will have an occasional cold that will come ironically whenever we go to visit my family and then they will say "How come he's always sick when you bring him down?"...He get's seasonal allergies in the fall and needs a nebulizer because he developed RSV when he was 18 months old and Mommy has seasonal allergies so they say he might just be prone to them.
All I know is we have been blessed this winter with the warmth and not getting sick more than maybe once until last night.
On his second Christmas morning, he was sick. It was the saddest thing to see a little angel not being able to be excited about what Santa brought. And to see him in that misery is always a heartbreaker..Mommy just rubs his backs and wishes magically that my hand can somehow remove the fever and just make it go away.
Well...I will blog again later because I have some things to do today.
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