My poor baby has the flu. Thank goodness he is not throwing up, or I’d be in big trouble. I am just dreading the day that happens. I imagine this awful scene where I am covered in vomit and I don’t know how to respond. Although, judging by all the poo incidents around here lately, I’m beginning to think that puke would not be as big of a deal as I have previously thought.
Still, it’s not fun to watch your little one suffer from a fever, chills and body aches. Our son is normally a tornado, whipping through the house with endless energy, but today he laid on the couch all day with myself or my husband. He wanted nothing more than to be near us, watch movies and eat strawberry gelatin and cold grapes. We offered plenty of food and drink, but his appetite was pretty small. We kept him lightly dressed and administered acetaminophen every four hours, trying to get that fever down and keep it down.
I have to admit, there was a bright side to all of this, and that is I got to cuddle with my baby all day! He clung to me and we both feel asleep for a lazy Saturday morning nap. I woke up to him snoring softly in my ear. He sat snugly next to his daddy this afternoon and drove a little firetruck over his arm and the couch cushion. He asked for hugs all day and it was nice to enjoy the closeness. I have not held him that much since he was a little infant! It’s nice to feel so needed and see how much my hugs and kisses comfort him. I know that as soon as he is feeling better, he will be running all over the place again!