Helpless

As I sit here typing, I am watching my sweet little boy try to eat a popsicle. I hate seeing my baby sick...especially when nothing can be done except lots of cuddles.

I picked him up from school yesterday, he was fine. Came home to Daddy (after being gone a week) and he played catch for a while. Then we went to little gym and for the first 15 minutes he was his usual bouncy self. They had his favorite, the air track, so he jumped for a good bit. After that was a little running around but I noticed him slowing. He came and curled up in my lap "I don't feel good. I wanna go home. My head hurts." He was burning up, and sure enough, eh walked out the door. With 20 minutes left in class. I knew something was wrong. Got home, and temp was 104 (1st dose of motrin). Really? Nothing seemed to be wrong. He laid on the couch for an hour watching Mickey Mouse, then I gave him a bath. After the bath he wanted to lay on the couch with Daddy, but somehow started feeling better, asked for a frozen waffle, and played Angy Birds with Daddy. Went to bed fine, woke up with basically no fever but wanted to be rocked. How could I say no? I was tired and it was not the most comfortable rocking my 30 pound baby with the other baby taking some lap room, but I was not going to pass up cuddle time, especially for my sick boy. I stayed home with him, and went ahead to the doctor. Initial strep test was negative, but waiting on culture. I was told it was just a virus, and there were sores in his mouth, but it wasn't hand foot and mouth (just becuase it wasn't on his hands or feet- well he didn't have it there last time either). So we come home... he has gotten worse- drooling, crying when drinking, and fever fluctuating. not how I want to spend my holiday weekend.

I hate the word virus. That means nothing can be done except motrin, fluids, and lots of cuddles. And lots of Mickey Mouse.