boy on fire

Poor kid whose temp was 98.2 yesterday morning woke up from his nap yesterday afternoon (for the entirety of which I was holding him, which happens) with a temperature of 100.4. Dosed him with baby Motrin and the afternoon was a lot better, but he was unusually snuggly, and then along about dinner time he started shivering and couldn't stop. :-( :-( :-( More ibuprofen, of course, and he agreed that going to bed early was a good idea. (That's a sick kid.) (But I mean: Speed changing because I didn't want him undressed any longer than a few seconds. Poor bug. And poor me! Rationally, with 90% of my brain, I know that there are childhood illnesses and that's how immune systems get built and that type of symptom is uncomfortable but not dangerous and so on. But there's also that 10% of my brain that got rewired by the parenting hormones and cannot stand to see him suffer like that.)

This morning he woke up at 101.8, but the morning's Motrin lasted until he woke up from this afternoon's nap (in the crib!) at 100.2. :-( But he didn't seem to burn through this afternoon's Motrin? He agreed to go to bed early, but he wasn't shivering and his little hands and feet weren't blue.

I'm furloughed, of course, and he was home with me all day Monday because day care was closed on account of snow. And he was home with me/us all day today (I was out for a couple of hours in the morning at a hiring event for the local school system, so Himself cancelled some meetings and solo-dadded for a bit) because of the fever. So I am fervently hoping he's fine in the morning and he can go in to day care - into a classroom where four kids (out of eight or ten) have the flu. Bleh. (The prince has had his shot! If this is the flu, this should be as bad as it gets for him. Cross everything!)