I had really hoped to have a blog post for you today talking all about how much fun I had celebrating my birthday over the weekend. And that is totally true, for part of the weekend.
On Saturday, my brother came over to hang out with Jack so that Travis and I could go to the Maryland Wine Festival. We drank, we ate, we lazed around… it was great!
Later that evening the four of us met up with my sisters and their boyfriends for a delicious dinner at Buca di Beppo. There were carbs, singing and a bowl of ice cream the size of my head! Yay, more great!
On Sunday morning, I went and got an HOUR long massage that left me all gooey and tingly. So MUCH GREAT!
When I got back from my massage appointment I noticed Jack felt a little hot. Cue the end of GREAT.
Yup, my little boy is a sickie. He’s had a cold for about a week and then a fever kicked in yesterday afternoon. We were up every couple hours last night because he felt terrible and was roughly the temperature of a roaring fire. He continuously asked for milk or ice water, but wouldn’t drink a drop. This morning, I had to take him to my parent’s house so I could work and I told my mom to use any means necessary to get more fluids into him.
I even said she could give him JUICE if he would drink it.
Of course, he won’t. It’s been a high stakes game of negotiation to even get him to take a couple sips of water. This morning I promised I would take him to Target to pick out a toy garbage truck AND a motorcycle if he would just take his medicine.
Yup. It’s that kind of day.
Fast-forward to this afternoon… my mom called and Jack now has bumps on his hands and feet. Yup, good ol’ Hand, Foot and Mouth (HFM) disease again. He actually has pretty much EVERY symptom listed now, poor kid. I called the doctor’s office, and as I expected there isn’t anything to do other than wait it out.
At least the first part of the weekend was pretty darn great.