Poor Bailey.
Last night was a rough one. Bailey woke up in the middle of the night with a burning fever and obviously felt miserable. We were supposed to take Parker to his school to meet his new teacher and see his new classroom, but I knew that Bailey wasn’t up to it.
Granbob to the rescue!
I woke her up with my phone call this morning and she came right over to help out. Tell you what, that Granbob…she’s a keeper. Although I hated to miss it, she took Parker to his school and I stayed home with Bailey. I scheduled appointment with the pediatrician, (she had a butt-temperature of 103.2! yipes!) but I had to call and cancel because I got a phone call that my dogs were seen running down the middle of the road, over a mile away from my house and headed towards the freeway. Awesome.
Luckily, we were able to get an appointment a couple of hours later. Of course, when we went to the doctor, Bailey perked right up and seemed to feel perfectly fine. The nurse took her temperature and said it was only 98.8. (Those silly stick under the armpit for 3 seconds thermometers. I don’t believe in them one stinkin’ bit) I told the nurse I was surprised because she felt so warm to me. I was wearing Baiely in a sling, and the nurse mumbled something about “I’d feel warm, too, if I was all pressed together like that”. Excuse me, what? Sorry that my child is securely and happily snuggled onto my body. Shame on me for “pressing her all together”.
But I digress.
Verdict is that it is a stomach virus. Tylenol for the fever, lots of boob juice, blah blah blah. That will be $30, please. Our fingers are crossed that this all passes quickly, because my baby girl is just not feeling well. Her fever keeps spiking and she just whimpers. Heart breaking.
We spent most of our day like this:
And Granbob got in some good snuggles, too.
In healthier news, a little reading and math computer game that I bought for Parker arrived today. I set him up on my MacBook and he just went to town. He was thrilled that it was Kindergarten work and he obviously took it quite seriously. Until he decided that he needed his football helmet.
Tomorrow is his first day of school! He will go three days a week this year, so it is getting pretty serious, academically.
I miss my babies (sorry, GRANDbabies, already). I hate seeing either of them sick! I loved taking Parker to school and getting to play with him (and SLEEP with him. Lazy Granbob…after 4 stories, I HOPE he went to sleep, because I sure did! Naps are wasted on the young, that’s for sure!)I loved holding my precious Bailey and rocking her to sleep. Those beautiful eyes were a little “sick” today, but she still managed a few sweet smiles for her Granbob.
I am telling you now, Parker is getting a Texans helmet for Christmas so we can throw that awful Cowboys one in the trash can!