My Poor Baby

Not the girl, the other one.  The boy.

My kids are never sick.  Never, ever, never. 

On Wednesday, I had a wicked headache and a fever.  It passed by the next day.  The next day, Kembry had a fever and was throwing up.  It passed by the next day.

Today, I should've known, but how could I?  He never gets sick.

He didn't want to go to Primary.  That should've been my first clue.

He came home and slept for two hours.  That should've been my second clue.

He didn't want to play when we got to Papa's house.  I should've phoned in the ambulance at this point.  Instead, I gave him some drugs (the legal kind, calm down) and he seemed to be doing better. 

Until 7 o'clock tonight.  My poor baby had a 103.5 fever and a really bad headache.  And probably the worst mom in the world.  So we took him to the urgent care, and there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him, aside from the severe fever and wicked headache.  How do you people do it?  Sick kids every other month?  Ear infections, runny noses, poopies, sore throats...I've been too spoiled.  Having a baby again might just put me into shock.

Amoxicillin, you had better fix my baby.  Or I'm coming after you, Yellowstone Mama Bear Style.

Kelly Out