I'm sitting here rocking Little B and have been doing so for the last hour and a half. He's been up and down all night. Daddy B told me this morning that before he went to bed, he gave Little B Tylenol because he had a fever and obviously wasn't feeling good. Around 5:15 this morning, I did the same. Thirty minutes passed and I felt like he was still burning up and since he was pretty wide awake I grabbed the thermometer. 90.1...94.7...98.7...100.1...101.4...102.1...102.2...102.3. My stomach sank lower with every read. My poor little man has a full blown fever. He's not had any other symptoms in the past 48 hours other than sleeping more - and better! - than normal. I assume it's probably just a bug and after reading up on fevers it seems like the best thing right now is alternating Tylenol and Motrin (I'll have to go to the pharmacy prior to the next dose to get some) and keeping him hydrated and rested. I felt a lot better after reading up on fevers and what to do, but initially I was freaking out and my first thought was to call my mom (yeah, she isn't really a 5:50 type person...) followed by should I go wake Daddy B and then we can go to the ER. It was very scary at that moment of not being sure what to do. I'll be glad when the little man is feeling better with no fever and the same spunk we've come to love. And now to attempt for a second time to go into the hall and then to the bedroom to get him snuggled into bed next to me. Because the only way Momma B will catch anymore shuteye is to have Little B next to her.
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