When I hear the word FEVER, I think of this
and the 90s.
Last Sunday we went to a friend’s house for a barbeque and a swim. Usually all of the kids stay in the pool until the last possible minute but they hadn’t seen each other in such a long time that they quickly played with games and puzzles. A couple even settled in front of the couch.
One of the kids that was on the couch was A. She said her eyes were hurting and asked to go home.
I made my famous brownies!
She must be sick.
When we got settled at home, A had a fever of 102! She did not go to school the next day. Or Tuesday for that matter.
Not to be outdone, M came home on Wednesday with a 103! He stayed home from school yesterday.
Tonight L was burning up at 104! I quickly put her into summmery pjs and in front of the fan. Children’s Tylenol. Icy water. Lots of rest.
High fevers make me nervous. Anything over 102 and I freak out a little. When M was a baby, he had a fever that wouldn’t budge at 104. He became catatonic that we rushed him to the ER. He given an injection of something (can’t remember right now, I’m a little pooped) and his fever came down immediately. Looking back, we think it was an allergic reaction to penicillin.
I think allergy season has taken its toll on the kids. I’ll be willing to bet a pan of brownies that they each had some sort of sinus infection.
Don’t worry. Even if I won, I’d let you keep the brownies. I have a 5K to run in three weeks! Yeah!