Slowly Making a Comeback

What could be better than staying in your jammies all day on a weekday...and it's not even a holiday? Well, it would be better if we weren't sick, but we'll take what we can get I suppose.

Ian has shown vast improvements over yesterday. After his nap yesterday, he was gray, glassy eyed...in short, a zombie. He refused to eat anything for lunch and just laid on the floor in a stupor. I took his temp 3 times, all with different results, but all over 101. He sounded like he had just run a marathon and his cough, well, it sounded like crunching gravel. I called the nurse at the pediatrician's office and she said that all but the cough are effects of the fever, not so much the cold, and told me that based on his weight, I could be doubling dosage of baby Tylonol I've been giving him. I gave him a dose while on the phone with her and within 30 minutes, he was up and playing. Not enthusiastially, but still a big improvment on the day as a whole.

For dinner, he would only eat cheese, but that was also an improvment since he hadn't been eating at all for the two previous days. Cheese it is. Fat, protein, calcium. Things he hadn't been getting.

He was ready for bed by 5:30pm and slept through the night again, with a cough here or there. I had decided to see how he was feeling upon waking up before deciding whether to take him for a half day or to stay home and call it a loss.

We called it a loss. He was in much better spirits when he woke up and actually ate an entire Nutrigrain bar. Things progressed well and we even did some crafts (yep, with a 22 month old!). As I realized the day was moving along without proper day wear, a shower, or any of the things normal people do toward an effort at normalcy, I decided it would be silly to put him through the prep process only to get to school just in time for a nap. He would probably be too wired to settle down for one and then I would be back for him shortly after. Not a productive day for anybody. So here we sit in our PJ's still.

We've had a few meltdowns surrounding his desire to eat only cheese for lunch (until I introduced him to the exciting combination of Pirate's Booty and yogurt). Polli also looked at him once, which prompted a theatrical "fall on the floor and cry to the point of hyperventilation". We haven't had one of those for a while.

Below are a few pictures of our morning in PJ's....and what a difference a day can make.

Ian looked like this most of his waking hours yesterday.

Good Morning! Awake and staying hydrated.

Climbing the stairs with a smile on his face. He must be feeling better. His milk at the top was the ultimate motivator.

Kisses from Polli are always good medicine.

Even doing some heavy lifting.

At least my laptop was put to use for something today.