…can’t kick this fever of his. A little while ago he was sitting at 104.2 degrees. I hate that! When my olders are sick they can tell me what’s wrong, but when they’re so little…sigh…it’s a guessing game. One that I don’t like.
Samuel and me
So, following the advice of my facebook friends, I went up to the local grocery store and purchased some baby Motrin. I’ve come to the conclusion that on a Friday night it seems that this grocery store is also a bit of a hangout for those younger youth. I’m not sure what’s so fabulous about wandering the aisles of frozen food, meat and dry goods; but alas, they were all there. Hanging around. While I was meandering around, with a red-eye rimmed baby, pushing a cart with napkins, Motrin, moose-track ice cream (it was kind of needed at this point), dishwasher cleaner, and orange juice. Oh yeah, and another pack of Keurig Caribou Coffee K-Cups. All while wearing my gray sweat pants. Yes. I sunk to the level of mom, wandering the aisles at 10pm in her mega-casual clothes. Oh, and with wet hair. Can you just say, “classy?” 🙂
Oh well, at least I’ve got some Motrin now. Samuel’s temperature is now 103.1 degrees. I gave him Tylenol 90 minutes ago. Wouldn’t you think it would be lower than that? (man, I feel like a rookie). I’m planning on giving him some Motrin at 11 pm. I feel so bad for the poor babe…he’s so so hot…and so so twitchy. Come on baby, fight that fever!
(ok…when would you bring him in to be seen? I never ever ever ever know. Just looking for advice….again.)