Distresses of a Mother with Sick Children
So these past few weeks have been a challenge. A week and a half ago, on Thursday, Isaac came down with a high fever and diarrhea. His fever would peak around 104 degrees F and we would do all we could to get it to come down. By Sunday I was at my wits end, and planning on going to the doctor the next morning. But, Michael woke up early (around 4 am) and came in with a fever and vomiting! So Monday we go to the doctor (Isaac at this point has a rash all over his front and back, with no more fever) and find out it is not Rosiola, or Phantom, or, thankfully, the measles (which they discussed when they saw Isaac's rash). Just a horrible virus that they can't treat anyway. So for the next week (all of last week) we have been careful, and come Friday I thought they were both over it. But then again this morning, Isaac had a fever. I didn't realize it until half way through Relief Society when he willingly sat quietly on my lap and didn't cry over any toys or food. We stayed through part of Sacrament meeting, came home, took his temperature, and it was high again, over 102 degrees F. At this point my thought is, "Will it ever end?"
Anyway, Mom and Dad haven't gotten it yet, so we will just be patient and wait for the virus to leave for good.
So these past few weeks have been a challenge. A week and a half ago, on Thursday, Isaac came down with a high fever and diarrhea. His fever would peak around 104 degrees F and we would do all we could to get it to come down. By Sunday I was at my wits end, and planning on going to the doctor the next morning. But, Michael woke up early (around 4 am) and came in with a fever and vomiting! So Monday we go to the doctor (Isaac at this point has a rash all over his front and back, with no more fever) and find out it is not Rosiola, or Phantom, or, thankfully, the measles (which they discussed when they saw Isaac's rash). Just a horrible virus that they can't treat anyway. So for the next week (all of last week) we have been careful, and come Friday I thought they were both over it. But then again this morning, Isaac had a fever. I didn't realize it until half way through Relief Society when he willingly sat quietly on my lap and didn't cry over any toys or food. We stayed through part of Sacrament meeting, came home, took his temperature, and it was high again, over 102 degrees F. At this point my thought is, "Will it ever end?"
Anyway, Mom and Dad haven't gotten it yet, so we will just be patient and wait for the virus to leave for good.
