Thankful

Last Thursday I got a call from the school that Miller was in the office with a fever.  He had a low fever on Thursday and a little on Friday.  We had a nice quiet day at home.  I’m so thankful that I can stay home and not worry about missing work or childcare.  My boys may not need me as much as they used to, but they do still need me.

Saturday morning we woke up to see a rash all over his body.  Strange.

He was fine though. I emailed a picture to our wonderful family doctor and he said that the fever and resulting rash sounded and looked viral and to just monitor him for 24-48 hours. I wasn’t feeling so hot myself so we stayed home all day.

Sunday we were feeling good, so we went to the pool in the afternoon.  After a little while Miller told us he was cold and wanted to go home.  Dun, dun duuuuuuuuuun!

By that evening he had a low fever and didn’t want anything to eat for dinner.  He slept that night, but we could hear him on the monitor having some wild dreams.

The next day, Monday, he still had the fever and couldn’t keep anything down.  He slept off and on all morning, but by the afternoon when he still couldn’t keep anything down we headed into the doctor’s office. 

The doctor gave him a very thorough exam and said he needed and IV drip of fluids, and anti nausea meds and also a full blood workup.

My first thought was, “He’s weak now, but he is still going to fight like an animal when they put the line in his arm.”  However, the doctor is terrific and did it as gently as possible {for inserting a small piece of plastic into a vein.  Miller did pretty awesome too.

The blood work showed that he was suffering from a virus of some kind.  As the meds got into his system he dozed off and slept through the next hour or so.

Bless him!

He was still pretty puny that night and the next day.

Jackson read to him and that was a bright spot in a long row of dreary days.

When Miller asks to go to bed at 4 p.m. times are tough!

Finally, on Wednesday he was mostly fever free and able to keep down a little bread and water.  But by that night when I was threatening to spank his bottom, I knew he was all better!

Today he is at school and hopefully feels well enough to drive his teacher crazy!

I’m so thankful for modern medicine and and a doctor who is adept AND caring.  I’m most thankful for this little boys who is strong enough to recover from whatever nasty viruses he had and come our better than ever!