A Cry in the Night

Yesterday, when Bryan got home, he took one look at Riley and asked, "Does he have a fever.?"  I didn't think so; Riley and I had been together all day, surely I would have noticed.  But a quick check with the thermometer proved me wrong.  His temp was 102.3.

Because I knew he had a fever, I got up to check on him when I heard him whimpering in the middle of the night.  I was expecting wheezing or maybe an even higher fever.  But as soon I walked in the door the sour smell of vomit was overwhelming.  The poor kid had thrown up all over himself and his bed.

I never fail to be amazed and grateful at the calm I feel when dealing with a sick child in the middle of the night. I cleaned him up, got him in new PJs and changed his sheets.  He stayed in bed with us until he settled down and then I moved him back to his bed.

Today his fever is still high, but he keeping down food.  To look at him, you would never know that his temp is over 101°.  Riley is the most cheerful sick kid I have ever seen.  We are going to keep an eye on him, but my guess is that he will burn through whatever bug he has in the next 24 hours.