We interrupt this holiday / vacation week so that we may bring you a MISERABLE LITTLE FIVE MONTH OLD AFFLICTED WITH PESTILENCE OF THE PHLEGM-BASED VIRUS TYPE AND A TOOTH THAT HAS DECIDED TO SHOW UP NOW.
Yeah, that’s right. I said it. I said it in ALL CAPS.
The Mighty Mighty Benjamite is mighty, mighty pitiful right now. He just moans and whines (when he’s not trying to eat or spitting up what he just ate) – and moans and whines. And moooooaaaaaannnnssssss.
I feel bad for him. The Happiest Baby in All the Land is far from happy. We’ve taken him to the doctor and they’ve basically said there’s not much they can do for him except let it take its course. Come back if he gets “real” fever – you know 102 degrees.
You know it sucks when the doctor says to you, “Good luck”.
I’m not real good at “Good luck”, so last night I hit the Innernetosphere in search of, um, answers. Well, it appears Hylands Teething Tablets may be one answer – and when this sad little dude wakes up, I’m shoving one in his mouth. Followed closely by some more Tylenol. Maybe then we’ll see his little smile again.
We broke a cardinal rule last night. We let him sleep in our bed. It was the first time we’ve done that with him – and it was only because he had some fever and we wanted to keep an eye on it. So, guess what? He slept fine.
On a completely selfish note, I really hope the Pestilence is banished before Saturday night. You see, Husband and I are supposed to go to a big family celebration at a lovely hotel that night. We get to dress up all spiffy-like and go out like grown ups. Dinner, dancing, the whole works.
But that’s not the best part!
The BEST part was that we were gonna get to spend the night at the hotel all vacation-escape-like because a very kind and sympathetic babysitter was going to spend the night with the kids at our house.
We were going to have a whole night to ourselves. A. Whole. Night. Sigh.
Think good thoughts for us. I’m off to medicate a kid.