Sick again...

No, not me this time. Ethan had a fever of 102 on Friday night. He seemed fine (and we forgot about it!) the next morning so he went to a birthday party and came home exhausted. I know we're horrible parents. When I checked that afternoon, still 102. Sunday, 102 and finally showing some signs of being sick, Ethan stayed home from church and a call went into the Dr. Of course, the night/weekend nurse typically leans on the "if it's not life-threatening, deal with it" side of medicine, so with no real advice, we drugged our boy up. We'd already been doing the motrin, but we started alternating it with Tylenol and added a decongestant. I even picked up some children's Mucinex as his cold was threatening to move into his chest.

Monday, not really better. And b/c the decongestant isn't as yummy tasting as the motrin, Ethan started refusing his meds. (We fixed that by adding it to his milk. To him, milk is milk, even when it's pink and funny tasting.) To make John's day off even better, my stomach decided to have a bad day. We spent the entire day at home, pretty miserable. Happy Memorial Day!

Tues Ethan's fever finally broke. Just in time for us to avoid the Dr. Still really congested and coughing up a storm, but better. My stomach on the other hand... I started to worry that the new meds I'd added on Friday had lost their usefulness just like the last ones.

Finally, we come to Wed. Ethan is well into the upswing, though still coughing when he lays down. I've come down with this virus of his, but because I am willing to blow my nose, I'm doing better than the boy was. Also, I've decided that it must have been the beginning of the cold that set my stomach off. It seems to be back on an even keel. If it stays good for a few more days, I'll tell you about this magic pill I've discovered. It's actually kind of crazy!

So all in all, we are getting better. (Until John gets the cold!)