I feel like this picture of Rocky, taken at 5:00am on Tuesday, is a good illustration of how the first part of our week has gone. (Relatedly, we have a 5.5-year-old Bichon for sale. Any takers? Kidding... kind of.)
Even though my sister was quick to remind me that this theory is a bunch of hooey, I have very much been feeling like I tempted fate by saying aloud on Friday that I was grateful our winter had been mostly free of illness at our house and again on Monday by blogging about how we were finally starting to feel comfortable as a family of 4. Monday and Tuesday were brutal. BRUTAL, I tell you.
Davis was just miserable when he woke up on Monday. We couldn't get his temperature down, he couldn't keep any food down, and he had developed some weird rash on his thighs. Since it was day 3 of his fever and he was such a pitiful mess, I made the decision to take him into the pediatrician to get checked out. Avery was already scheduled to have her 4 month well check on Tuesday, but I was able to bump it up a day and do both visits at the same time. (Sick child + baby getting shots = endless fun!) Thanks to some divine intervention, the appointment went smoothly, but the diagnosis for Davis was unhelpful: an unknown virus. We were sent home and told to keep an eye on him and come back in a couple of days if he was still sick.
The rest of the day was spent laying low at home, trying to keep both fussy kiddos as comfortable (and separated) as possible until bedtime... and that was when the poop really hit the fan.
This poor kid was up off and on all night, crying, coughing, and barfing, with his temperature spiking to 104.9. Not wanting to miss out on the attention in the middle of the night, Avery also woke up countless times crying (stupid vaccines!) and once for a blow-out diaper that required an outfit/swaddle/crib sheet/mattress pad change. And in case you are wondering if our 3rd child, Rocky, also joined in on the action, let me refer you to the picture above.
All in all, it was a crappy night, but Davis woke up yesterday in much higher spirits and with a much lower temperature, so we were feeling hopeful. He was even playing happily with his toys, which he hasn't done since Saturday morning. But before I knew it, he was back on the couch, complaining about not feeling good and his fever back up. I was starting to get really discouraged at this point.
He woke up from his couch nap seeming happier and healthier again, but after a few hours, went right back to being lethargic with a high fever.
We are all exhausted. I hate having to watch him feel so awful for so many days without a diagnosis or treatment. It makes my heart hurt. We are headed back to the doctor this morning, and would certainly appreciate your prayers for a diagnosis and something to get our little guy feeling 100% better as soon as possible.