Sick...and Tired...

Why is it that when you need to get things done you tend to get sick?  Or someone close to you that needs constant care gets sick?

That's what has been going on in our house the past week and a half or so.  The day that we left town (a week ago Saturday) was the day that little guy decided to get sick...for the first time ever.  Go figure.  We were invited to our first birthday party, which happened to be three hours away, and we weren't going to miss it.  Z woke up with a fever, nothing serious. and we attributed it to teething.  Just as we have the past few weeks.  He's had a really hard time cutting two bottom ones, and the last one is just starting to poke out.  So we packed up and off we went.  He did fine on the drive, and when we got to the hotel, went right down for a nap. 

(Now, on a side note, the hotel was AWESOME.  I loved it!  We bid on the room thru Priceline, and got it for WAY less than what their normal price was.  Not that we got to stay for too long, but I'm getting to that...)

We got to the party on time, even tho the house numbers are all wonky out there.  And Z had a great time, even tho you could tell he was a bit on the reserved side.  It was a lot of fun! The parents are gluten free, so there were two cakes--a regular chocolate cake and a GF chocolate cake (and it was wonderful--a Betty Crocker mix, and tasted great!!).  Ami did an amazing job with the dinosaur theme, and all the kids really enjoyed themselves.  But after a few hours, Z's temp spiked again, and we went back to the hotel to rest and get his temp back down.  Yet once again, it went back down, so we returned to our friend's house for dinner.  We didn't get to stay too long...bedtime for little guy came quickly, and we went back to our hotel.

You guessed it...his temp returned, and with a vengeance.  He was fussy all night, and at 2am, he felt warmer than he had been.  I checked...his temp was 103.5.  I was really worried, checked my email again (I had emailed the doctor several times keeping her updated, but she wasn't concerned--she said to worry at 105, but I couldn't help worrying), and then talked with DH about going home.  Both of us were too worried to sleep, so we packed up and went home. Monday we went to the doctor and found out that Z was officially sick for the first time...with a sinus infection caused by teething.  Ten days of antibiotics (should be done tomorrow!), and of course I am allergic to the one they gave him.  They assured me drug allergies are not genetic, but I've been watching like a hawk to make sure.

He was better in time for the egg "hunt" at his new school.  Yep...he's started "school" twice a week for only a half day each time.  We wanted him to be able to interact with other kids and learn to be away from Mommy and Daddy.  Plus it is also an opportunity for us to meet other parents with children his age.  So far, so good...for the most part.  :)  Still, he's fighting the end of these cruds, and I'm looking forward to getting some sleep when it's all done.  And hopefully I won't fall behind again!