Poor Wee Man. I'm not sure if it's another of his 2-year molars breaking ground or something else, but he has been fevering and diarrhea-y for a couple days now. Last night was a "wake-up-every-hour" kind of night and it is 10:36 a.m. and he is still sleeping. Thank goodness.
I feel the guilt creeping in before it even leaves my lips (or fingertips), but it has been kind of nice wasting the morning lazily sipping my coffee and catching up on my favorite blogs while he snoozes away. I think by mid-afternoon, however, I will be a tired mess and probably have a grumpy-puss on my hands on top of it. Of course, Ty is working out of town today and won't be home until after Wee Man is already in bed, but that's life...we'll make 'er.
It is amazing to me that how every time he gets sick I freak out about it, just a little. Immediately I start to focus entirely on dehydration and if he's getting enough food in him and if he's too hot or is he going to be OK. And when it all inevitably passes I think, 'man, it felt like it was never going to end!' I am usually pretty easy-going when it comes to mommy-dom, but dehydration scares the bejesus out of me and every time he is sick sick, he is barfing and has unstoppable diarrhea. However, I am happy to say that we are still barf-free this time around. Knock on wood! That's why I am praying that it is just molar pain and side effects.
...And, they look so sick when they're sick, don't they? Breaks my heart.