The first day of my hubby's five day vacation started yesterday and we spent last night cleaning up vomit and comforting our poor little Benny. It felt like he was on fire when I picked him up. I could practically see the heat waves coming off of him.
I took him downstairs on the couch with me for a little while, gave him Tylenol, some water, and got him to calm down. When he became sleepy I put him back in his freshly cleaned bed and he actually went back to sleep. I was so proud of him.
A few hours later he woke up just as hot as he was before. I tried Ibuprofen this time and it worked for a while and then he was up again.
He has been miserable today. Just lying around like a hot, limp, little dishtowel. I can tell he is achy because he just can't get comfortable. He moves from my lap, to my chest, to the floor, to the couch, and back to my lap again, weepy and saggy. Poor little plum. The only word he has muttered all day is, "Mum. Muuuummm. Mum." over and over again.
This is not exactly how we pictured spending the last vacation days before school starts, but at least Todd was still able to get Joey and Tommy out to the sprinkler park for a few hours and then treated them to lunch. They came home all breathless and excited with tales of their good time. Ben had not been happy about staying home and I'm sure their enthusiasm didn't help. I felt so badly for him.
And I felt even worse when Todd got the older boys ready this evening to go to his dad's birthday dinner. As the boys grabbed their shoes and began putting them on Ben went and found his sandals and brought them to me. When I explained to him that he and I had to stay home he cried and cried. It is bad enough being sick but seeing your older brothers and daddy leave without you (for the second time) is just plain awful.
I am hoping that he feels better soon so that we can all go to the fair this weekend. Our most anticipated trip of the summer. Last year he was too small to join in on any rides or fun, but I was so looking forward to having him join in more this year. Now we may not even make it. We'll see how it goes.
For now I will just comfort and hold and snuggle him as much as he allows, and hope my pale, sweaty, little biscuit returns to normal soon.