Now What Is It?

Okay, Easton's been slightly cranky all morning. I blamed it on not enough sleep like always. His appetite was lacking today as well but again, what's new? Right around lunchtime he started asking to go "night night" again. Huh?!?! What is with this kid? He kept saying, "rock rock" and "night night". So, I got him all ready for his nap, trying to get some lunch in him first, and then we settled in his chair to rock. I always nustle my cheek on his head and I noticed he was burning up. I said, "Easton should we take your temperature?" and he said, "Yeah." Then I said, "Are you sick?" and he said, "Yeah." As soon as I stuck the thermometer in his pit it was already reading 99.9 so things weren't looking good. It got up to 101.9. *sigh* I gave him a dose of both Motrin and Tylenol because just one med alone never works to bring his fever down and if he's cranky with his nearly 102 degree temp I like to try to bring it down for comfort's sake. Poor fella. Now I'm perplexed, of course, as to what might be up. He puked the one time yesterday--don't think that's it. He's never had a teething fever and I don't think he's teething anyway. The only thing I can think of is something new that has yet to reveal itself or something potentially serious from the 3 colds he's had recently piggybacked on top of one another. Ick. We cancelled our plans for the rest of today (swimming and Lauren visiting) and I'll watch him and perhaps think about taking him in to the doctor tomorrow. If he hadn't had the 3 colds, the last of which is still lingering a bit, then I wouldn't react like this over the fever. However, I'm always afraid of pneumonia and stuff with my little guy's "chronic lung disease". Stupid hole in his lung. Why'd they have to break my newborn? Anyway, keep the little dude in your thoughts for a speedy recovery.

Before all this happened today, look what we woke up to again:

I got a 7:30 phone call from the Kindermusik teacher cancelling class for today. It took poor Jason an hour and a half to get to work. Normally it's no more than 45 minutes. Eek!

Easton and I were able to linger over breakfast without Kindermusik but he wasn't too interested:

He ate a half of that mini pancake and 4 bites of banana. Plus a few sips of milk and a vitamin. His giant friend Max can eat 5 of those mini pancakes and 3 sausage links for his first breakfast. However, Max's dad is also nearly a foot taller than Easton's dad. Think that might have something to do with it?


I should've known something was "up" with poor Easton when he was all snuggly wanting to watch TV on the couch first thing. Then he got bored and told me he'd had a poo when he really hadn't. He was just looking for something to do, I guess. I hope he can get some quality rest during his nap. Blitz better keep his yap shut. Good thing it's snowing otherwise the neighbor dogs would be outside barking away too. Well, since we have nothing else going on for the time being that's gonna do it from me for today...ta ta!

ETA: So the little doodle woke up crying after not even an hour of sleeping. :( Not good enough so I rocked him and then laid him down and patted him and played with his ear till he fell back asleep which took quite awhile. He kept cracking an eye open to make sure I was still there.

Oh, and to clarify...he does not still have a hole in his lung, that healed while he was on the ventilator...but due to the hole, the "issues" and the ventilator forcing air into his lungs he now has "at risk" lungs.