Sickness

Wow, what a week it has been. Long days, short nights.  Feelings of helplessness, frustration, compassion, and concern.   Memories of the early days with a newborn come flooding back!














This morning was reminiscence of the three or so terrible weeks (from about 3-5 weeks of age) when Isaiah would cry for 3-4 hours every night, for no apparent reason, from between 5-9pm.  It was long, it was frustrating, and it was awful.  Today Isaiah cried for about an hour straight after he got up from his nap.  He would be momentarily distracted, but nothing really seemed to help.  It is so unusual for my normally cheerful son to be that way, but I just couldn't find a way to keep him happy.

Here are a few pictures from our week:

When you're sick sometimes it just takes too much effort to stand up.

Miserable and sick.

Lots of snuggles with Mommy and Daddy.

It's good to stay warm when you're sick. And eat Cheerios.

Cute in Daddy's beanie.

We're pretty certain he has Roseola, a common virus among children 6 months - 3 years old.  Classic symptoms he's had: vomiting, diarrhea, high fever for 2-4 days, poor appetite, irritable, tired, and a runny nose, plus the tell-tale rash.  He woke up this morning without a fever for the first time since Friday (yay!), only for us to discover 5 minutes later the red rash covering his torso, back, and creeping up onto his neck/face.  It's not supposed to be uncomfortable, but boy oh boy, he is still miserable.  Oh, and he *may* have a molar coming in on the bottom, which isn't helping if it's true.

During this week of sickness we've also seen some very toddler-like tantrums appear. SCARY.  I mean, we know he feels awful, but it's also hard knowing that many more of these tantrums will come our way in the too-near future.

This week, being a mommy is exhausting.

I will keep praying for patience, keep holding my clingy, crying, 23 lb baby (as I've done for the bulk of his waking hours during this week.  Fortunately I should be developing my biceps!), and keep praying that my poor sweet little boy will feel better soon.