This past Monday, little man came into our room at 2:00 am with a fever of 103. We gave him Motrin and then listened to him talk utter nonsense for the next two hours. Yes, he was in our bed. Ok, he and Daddy were in my bed; I was on the floor. He finally fell asleep and yes, you guessed it, Hope woke up. But that isn't really a part of the story.
Off to the doctor's office we went. The front door had a sign that said, "If your child has a fever and cough, please ask for a mask." So we got the mask. Philip didn't want to wear it. It was too big so I had to tie the sides to make it fit for him.
Flu and strep tests were negative so the diagnosis was a virus. Yep, it's the third virus he's had in 2 months. His fever finally broke late Tuesday evening and he's been right as rain ever since.
Do you think he looks like a future doctor?
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