Do you have any idea how miserable that is? I don't even have words to describe how a 7 (almost 8) month old deals with the flu.
Lets just start off with FEVER. Holy cow, fever to the 104th degree! Literally 104 degree fever. He sweats and sweats and his little cheeks get so flushed. I strip him down to his diaper, lay him on cool sheets and pray he will feel relief for a moment. But then he cries to be held, although holding him only creates more heat. A cool wash rag can only help for so long. And so he twists around crying in despair.
And right when I think I have him cooled off and his temperature back down, he gets the chills. So, I wrap that poor baby up in a blanket and rock him to sleep.
The drainage is a given. A constant dripping nose, red raw. Sleeping is continuous work...flip to back to help him breath...flip back to stomach for more comfort....back to back to help clear his airways....on and on and on..
Also, trying to get a wiggly infant to swallow a dropper full of medicine 10 times (yes, I said 10) a day, will be my biggest accomplishment yet!
And I think the worst part (although I guess I don't know for sure), but as the drs told us, is his little body aching :( This breaks my heart and keeps me awake, worrying for his little aching body.
Have I complained enough?...I think so. So here are some things I'm so thankful for:
*MEDICINE! Yay for him being old enough to take tamiflu and motrin!
*Hooray for catching it within the first day of symptoms.
*PRAISE THE LORD that he's JUST sick. He will get better. Macy and my parents did a walk on Saturday for pediatric cancer and I can't stop thinking about how lucky I am that he's healthy. If I think the flu is bad, I can't imagine what it would be like to have a little one with cancer or some other disease.
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