Yesterday, I mentioned that Alex was just coming off of some sort of viral nastiness in his throat.
Alex returned to school today, and I was hoping we had seen the last of the fever.
But alas, today at 11:56 AM EST, I received a call from the Middle School Health Nurse (my second call in two weeks, mind you!) informing me that Stevie was in the clinic with a headache, and yup, you guessed it, a fever.
In the amount of 101.
I rushed to the school to find my sweet boy looking pitiful. He immediately hugged me and I have never been so happy to be a stay-at-home-momma in my life. He was holding back tears and he whispered, “Mom, I’m freezing.”
Did I mention I hate having a sick kiddo?
It is my least favorite thing in the whole wide world.
So, my sweet, pitiful baby boy and I made the minute-drive home and I loaded him up on Motrin and Tylenol. Oh, and water, too, because if I learned anything from my stent / bladder / UTI / kidney-stone drama over the past few months, it’s to DRINK SOME MORE WATER. So, all day long I was like, “Here, getcha’ another sip so you don’t dehydrate.”
It’s all I know to do.
Within an hour, his fever hit 104.1.
I went nine kinds of crazy. I quickly ran some cool bath water, and thankfully, after a few minutes in the bath water, his temperature was back down to 101. And so most of the day has been spent keeping track of the Motrin, and the Tylenol, the thermometer, AND THE WATER, don’t forget the water. And I’ll be so happy when this nonsense moves on to the next unsuspecting joker, because momma needs a break.
Or a medical degree.
Either way, I’m about to lose what little bit of sanity I have left. We have been back to school for thirteen days, and this fever crap is straight-up crazy.
And that’s about all I have to say about that.