So Layla is sick. When she is sick I kind of lose my shit. I can't seem to leave her side because...well, who knows what could happen right? I know. I am the queen of overreacting...you don't need to tell me.
But really. One minute her fever is a whopping 103 and what seems like forever later, it's down to 100 and in the blink of an eye it's back up to 102. She's so hot that the white's of her eyes aren't white, they're red. The bags under her eyes are red. Her hands and feet are red. She's just such a skinny little lady anyway that she looks so tiny and frail when she's sick and I feel like if I'm right beside her she'll be okay.
Last night she told me she was ready to go to bed so to bed she went. About an hour later I heard her talking and went to her room. She was sitting up, crying, saying her stomach hurt. As soon as she realized I was there she laid right back down and went to sleep. I'm pretty sure she was never really awake but it screwed me up for the night. I didn't keep count but, if I had to guess, I would say I went in her room about 583 times to check on her.
She's feeling a little better now. Her temp is 99.3 after Motrin. We will be calling the doctor in the morning seeing as she's had a temp higher than 100 for three days. Maybe they'll have some revelation for us.
And maybe I can get some sleep.
1 comment:
Ugh. I'm the same mom. It IS the best thing. I'm convinced, WE are all they need. And Motrin. Hang in there.
My word is obsess. weird.
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