Aimee's crew was out because her little boy, Colton, was sick. :-( Boo! Not on the weekend of all the yumminess we were about to take part in!
Kelly (Ron's wife) and I thought it was probably best for our groups to just stay home as well since our little girls were both running fevers, plus Ron had to work so in the end it would just work out better.
Best. Decision. Ever!!
Thursday (the day before we were leaving) Emma got a fever in the morning and it progressively got higher as the day went on. Maybe it's teeth?? That's always my go to thought with the little ones. :-) Friday morning, that darn fever was still here and she threw up twice. Thank God we were at home, and not out camping!!!
Of course the second time she was sick to her stomach was while we were all sitting down and eating dinner. Just what everyone wants to see, hear, and smell while trying to eat dinner. Aiden could NOT get it out of his head and I was so worried that he was going to make himself sick just replaying it over and over again in his head. Luckily he didn't. Shew!!
Fast forward to about 3:00 am early Saturday morning when Aiden made his regular appearance in our bed and he was burning up. Great! Now we have another one with a fever. Emma had a slight fever all day Saturday, but both her and Aiden's were able to be controlled with Tylenol. He was even running around like a mad man when that stuff would kick into his system. He had a tiny cough but being the kid he is, he didn't want anyone to hear him, so he was trying to keep it in and cough with his mouth closed, if that's even possible.
Yesterday morning (Sunday), he was doing the whole trying to hide the cough thing and I noticed immediately that it sounded just like it did before when he had croup. This poor child seems to get croup every single year. I continued to give him meds throughout the day to try and bring his temperature down, but this time it just wasn't working. When it got up to 103.2 and he had medicine that should have been working, but wasn't, we called the doctor.
She told us to give him breathing treatments right then and again before bed and to make sure he was drinking so he didn't end up dehydrated. Poor guy. He did such a great job with the treatments! And by bedtime even though he was still barking like a seal, he seemed to be feeling a little better and his fever had come down.
|Poor guy getting his treatment|
Man, what a yucky way to spend a weekend that was going to be lots of fun! Hopefully he'll be on the mend soon! Until then...it's off to give him a treatment...