Finwe has been very ill. He began with vomiting on Saturday morning. By afternoon, we thought we had had the worst of it. He slept through the night, which we took to mean that Sunday would be okay for him, a day of recovery.
How wrong we were.
On Sunday I held him from the moment he woke until this morning, when he woke up next to me in our bed. He could keep nothing inside of him--either end. It was after 8pm when he finally drank some tea, and his body allowed him to keep it. His heart was racing. He was panting. His fever was nearing the limit of over the counter medicines to control it. We kept our fingers crossed as he slept again in my arms.
9pm--okay, still with his heart racing
10 pm--liquids kept inside, another four ounces, heart racing but slightly less.
11pm--more liquids in, fever finally under control, heart rate back to normal
He's still dealing with messy diapers and doesn't want me to put him down. I won't be blogging until Wednesday. This is done one handed with him collapsed over my shoulder. Anyone want to come clean my house? My help is dealing with a bad case of arthritis. Phill is good dad, but he stinks at keeping things in order.
1 comment:
Hope he feels better soon ... and that the rest of your gang doesn't get it!
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