If Alex announces that he is sick...actually admits it...something is really wrong. If he cries, I'm ready to drop everything and run him to the doctor or hospital because it's SO out of character.
Last night he left the dinner table supposedly to go to the bathroom, but Jim found him in our bed. Not a good sign, but again, Alex won't ever admit if he's sick. There is a carnival at his school today, so he repeatedly stated last night totally unprompted, "I'm fine to go the carnival". Total denial. When it was time to take a bubble bath (which he LOVES), Jim found him curled up with a blanket on the hard wood floors in his bedroom. Again - not a good sign.
At midnight he was bawling and grabbing my neck for dear life. Every time he swallowed his body literally shook and he was burning up with a fever. And he admitted he was sick. Crap. That meant it was bad. Tested positive for strep this AM at urgent care within 30 seconds, and probably had it for days. His tonsils look so bad they wrote 3 prescriptions including prednisone. If only he would tell me when he was sick! What family member does he get all this denial from? Grandpa Jim maybe?
Of course I hate it when he's sick, but I love our little tradition of eating the blues away. If he's up in the middle of the night not feeling well, we find something really special to eat together at the kitchen island. One Thanksgiving, he and I polished off left over pumpkin pie at 4am and he talked about it for weeks. Last night, we tore into donuts I'd bought for Saturday AM. He choked down only about 1/4 of one doughnut. Broke my heart. This is one sick little boy. The only thing that's going to help this little guy feel better is snuggle time with Mom and his blankie. However...I think a mid-morning doughnut will make ME feel better...so off I go :)
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Maybe the hoops action brightened his weekend at least a little, too bad football is off season.
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