yesterday (pictured above), she was fine. great in fact. we played with our little friend connor from swim class and logan our neighbor. we high-fived erika next-door. we played with gramma. we did everything. and then ky started to feel warm. really, really warm. other than a low-grade fever and being kind-of tired, she was fine. honestly.
but then she didn't want to eat her dinner, which is not like her. and she went to bed early. her fever went higher and assuming that i would be up in the middle of the night, i too hopped in bed. by midnight, ky was hysterical with a 103.2* fever. we stripped her down, gave her ibuprofin and brought her into our bed. she was instantly better, but was restless and kept kicking adam. at 2:30 he went to sleep in the guest room and we stayed up another hour. finally, kylinn gave in and went back to sleep, but only to wake up at 7:00 vomiting in bed. i have never seen anything so pathetic as a baby holding herself over the toilet. sad.
now it is 9:00 (pictured above) and she is doing much better. she's drinking lots of cold fluids, the fever is hovering at 100* and she's talking again. i'm not calling the doctor, because i know what they'll say: either 1) it's going around, lot's of clear fluids, motrin and rest or 2) wait two more days and see if a rash breaks out.
but now, i have a parental obligation to let everyone know whom we were in contact with: connor, corrinne and (oops) the baby she was watching, logan, jeremy and (double oops) pregnant aimee, my mom who will be watching my nephew tomorrow, denese and her daycare, the kananans with little alex (quadruple oops)... man the list goes on and on. sorry everyone. i really mean that. it's midnight in the garden of good and evil and the witches love pork meat.
2 comments:
It's a dog eat dog world, and you're wearing steak underwear.
I don't even know what that means.
thanks dude. i hope i never know what that means.
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