Poor David. He’s going to miss Trick-or-Treat this year. He still has a fever this morning. Later this afternoon we’ll dress him up in his costume, if he feels up to it, and take a picture. His grandma did bring him a bag of candy, so he’ll still be able to get a sugar fix at least.
We didn’t even carve our Jack-O-Lantern yet. We were going to that Thursday night when the guys first came down with this flu.
David was just miserable yesterday. With Tylenol his fever was 100.6. This morning it’s down to 99.6, but he still feels yucky.
David can be stubborn and difficult when he’s healthy. Sick, he’s almost impossible. All my questions about how he feels are met with an annoyed, “Good grief Mommie! I’m fine.”
Of course, he’s not fine.
Trying to keep him entertained while he is convalescing on the couch is a chore. Yesterday he didn’t want to watch any of the shows on the umpteen kid’s networks on the satellite. He didn’t want to watch any of the umpteen videos in the cabinet. I named off every title we own, and each was given a resounding thumbs down. Even the beloved Polar Express.
Before David got sick we were going to take him to see Astro Boy. Dave found original episodes on Netflix on Demand, and David spent most of the day watching episode after episode on my laptop. A few hours of badly dubbed 80’s anime’ will drive you crazy. But it kept David occupied. For a while.
I tried to make him lay down in his bed for a nap in the afternoon. After about 45 minutes I heard him whimpering, and went to check on him. He was burning up, so I let him go back to the couch and put a cool cloth on his head. He didn’t even want to watch Astro Boy after that.
I thought a story might put him to sleep. What did he pick? Rudyard Kipling’s Riki Tiki Tavi. It’s a great story, but it’s long and Kipling isn’t exactly Dr. Suess. As far as children’s literature goes, it’s not an easy read. I thought surely that would put him to sleep. It didn’t, but I needed a nap after that.
David hasn’t eaten hardly anything since lunch yesterday. He’s subsisting on ice cream, cookies and half a Lunchable right now. I was able to get him to drink juice. But even that I coerced him in to doing. I told him if he didn’t drink he’d get dehydrated and have to go to the hospital. At the hospital they stick needles in you. That was enough to get him to drink his juice.
Dave is sick too, but he doesn’t have it as bad as David. So far Wade and I have managed to avoid it. I try to keep Wade away from the other guys, and I’m washing my hands constantly.
It’s tricky watching over Wade, and trying to take care of David. David just wants to lay on the couch all day with his head in my lap, but I can’t give him my undivided attention since I have Wade to think about too.
At least it seems that the worst of it is over for David. I can tell he feels better, because he’s watching Spongebob this morning.
We’ll see what happens when he realizes he’s not going Trick-or-Treating this year.
Poor thing! I hate he has to miss trick or treating! When my oldest was little we never took him trick or treating, instead the Great Pumpkin would come and bring him a bag of candy and a toy. He loved that so much it took years before he even asked to trick or treat.
I hope everyone feels better soon!
Tell David Uncle Aaron and Aunt Bobbie are praying for him. We love him VERY MUCH! Maybe he can have his very own Halloween party this year!