memorial
I spent most of the weekend at the University of Central Florida, running back and forth from the old arena to the College of Education building, volunteering my time at the basketball tournament that Isaac's team was hosting. It was a weekend of controlled chaos there, and Isaac's team did win the championship game late yesterday afternoon.
Kai contracted some kind of viral infection last weekend that left him with a sore throat and fever. We let his immune system fight it out for a couple days before we finally took him to the doctor, who basically told us that there was nothing he could really do, that Kai would just get over it on his own. $88 dollars and two days later, Kai was fine.
However yesterday he woke up with a fever again, and this time with a sharp-sounding cough. This morning he barely had a voice, and I could barely hear him crying at 5:13 this morning. He was burning up. He even knew to tell us that he was hot. As I held him and raced to the kitchen for the baby ibuprofen, he asked for his mommy. And as I prepped his dropper full of liquid ibuprofen mixed with way too much sugar and other crap, he started with the playful back-and-forth routine that he and I do. He'll shake his head from side to side, stick his tongue out, make the boat sound with his lips, gnash and chomp his teeth, all of which I mirror as well. It's just our "thing." But it's funny how even at oh-dark-thirty in the morning, with a 102-degree fever, he has figured out that mommy is for nurturing and daddy is for playing. Not that I mind the role I play in his mind, but I think it's neat how his 22-month old mind has already figured us out.
Since Erin has been up with Kai since 5ish this morning, I'm making sure she can nap while he's napping. Someone's gotta nurture mom, right? So I'm waiting, impatiently, for the pharmacy to open this holiday morning so I can round up the cavalry for his internal war against this latest infection.
And it seems that Kai passed his first infection, the sore throat variety, on to me and Isaac. Isaac is mostly over it, but he was feverish and missed a day of school. I'm not quite over it, although my appetite is starting to return and it doesn't hurt as much to eat or drink today.
So that is our weekend. Controlled chaos.
Kai contracted some kind of viral infection last weekend that left him with a sore throat and fever. We let his immune system fight it out for a couple days before we finally took him to the doctor, who basically told us that there was nothing he could really do, that Kai would just get over it on his own. $88 dollars and two days later, Kai was fine.
However yesterday he woke up with a fever again, and this time with a sharp-sounding cough. This morning he barely had a voice, and I could barely hear him crying at 5:13 this morning. He was burning up. He even knew to tell us that he was hot. As I held him and raced to the kitchen for the baby ibuprofen, he asked for his mommy. And as I prepped his dropper full of liquid ibuprofen mixed with way too much sugar and other crap, he started with the playful back-and-forth routine that he and I do. He'll shake his head from side to side, stick his tongue out, make the boat sound with his lips, gnash and chomp his teeth, all of which I mirror as well. It's just our "thing." But it's funny how even at oh-dark-thirty in the morning, with a 102-degree fever, he has figured out that mommy is for nurturing and daddy is for playing. Not that I mind the role I play in his mind, but I think it's neat how his 22-month old mind has already figured us out.
Since Erin has been up with Kai since 5ish this morning, I'm making sure she can nap while he's napping. Someone's gotta nurture mom, right? So I'm waiting, impatiently, for the pharmacy to open this holiday morning so I can round up the cavalry for his internal war against this latest infection.
And it seems that Kai passed his first infection, the sore throat variety, on to me and Isaac. Isaac is mostly over it, but he was feverish and missed a day of school. I'm not quite over it, although my appetite is starting to return and it doesn't hurt as much to eat or drink today.
So that is our weekend. Controlled chaos.
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