Friday night Brooks was running around and playing while I "cooked" us some dinner. His nose was pretty runny and he had a bit of a cough. We went about our night, took a bath, and got ready for bed. He started to cough more so I gave him some cough/cold medicine and some Tylenol to help him sleep. We cuddled in his chair to read before bed and he REALLY started coughing. Then I thought to myself, "I think he might throw-up he's coughing so hard!" Any guesses what happened next? Yup. He threw-up all over the both us of. You know how people tell you that it's different when it's your own child? For me - that actually was the case. I HATE seeing/hearing/smelling people throwing up. I gag a little just thinking about it. Well, Brooks threw-up and I just cuddled him and went to the bathroom to get us undressed. It was like I had super powers cleaning up that puke without gagging. And by that point I realized that maybe he was sick. I took his temp and it was 103.1. I called every mom I know and nobody answered. (Remember that Chad was out of town, so I was flying solo.) I threw some laundry in to clean all the puke, and then I called my mom to see what advice she had for me. Brooks played and jumped on the bed while we talked...and then he puked again. So, now I was thinking he was REALLY sick. I took his temp again and it had spiked up to 104.5. I panicked. I called my Aunt Pam (who happens to be a nurse). She told me to run a luke-warm bath and get him in immediately. She warned me that Brooks might fuss because of the water temp, but to keep him in at least 10-15 minutes. Well...Brooks didn't really know that he was sick, so he just played and colored on the tile in the tub. He stayed in for 30 minutes. When I took him out I checked his temp again and it had dropped down significantly, so I did feel a little bit better. My Aunt suggested Vicks rub for night time to supress his cough but of course I was out of Vicks, so I got him dressed in his P.J.'s, set up the pac-n-play in my room, and off we went to HEB at 10:00 at night. He actually feel asleep on the 5 minute ride home he was so tired. I tried putting him to bed in the pac-n-play, but it didn't work. The only thing I could do to keep his coughing to a minimum was to hold him in bed. This was the FIRST time that Brooks has ever slept in bed with me. He woke up a lot and I just held him and he'd fall back asleep. There was something so cute about this little body lying next to mine. He slept until about 8:15 the next morning and we spent all day just relaxing. No milk products. No playing outside. Lots of cuddling. Lots of juice. It wasn't really what I expected for the weekend, but we did get to spend lots of time together. I had to give him Tylenol every 4 hours all day on Saturday and even into Sunday morning otherwise his fever would spike back up. Like I said, besides losing his appetite and cuddling a lot, Brooks didn't really "act" sick. However, he did throw a couple of silly temper tantrums. I happened to capture one of these tantrums after I took the camera away from him. It's a little different than the smiling pictures I usually post, but lets face it - it's not all smiles all the time. Notice his outfit - A short-sleeved shirt with a vest.
He really wanted to wear the vest that day...whatever.
