Just when I think the fever is gone, wham, 4:30 am 103.3. Two hours after the Motrin had set in, it was still high at 101.1. Luckily, he slept through the heavy storm which consisted of fierce lightening and rolling thunder.
Damn, I need to call the doctor. Or should have I done that yesterday? Come on now, we all know as mothers, or even fathers, that we think it is going to pass. But now all I am thinking, is it strep throat?
My poor lethargic little man. Nose running. Coughing. Spiting up phlegm. So when the doctor's office opens, I call and make an appointment. My little man couldn't even get out of bed-here I am carrying his hot little, but not too light, body in the pouring rain. Thankfully, the strep test came back negative-Amen!!! The doctor gave me a RX for Zithromax but told me to wait until tomorrow if the fever is still high. More than likely this is just viral and he needs to fight it off.
After a five hour nap, someone woke up refreshed as could be. He put on his pirate earring, ate some plain noodles, and hasn't stopped since.
Tonight was suppose to be his night to visit with his dad. He said that he didn't want to go because he didn't want to get his dad sick. When I asked about me getting sick, my little man replied, "God will take care of you".