It's 5am. At 1am we went to the pediatric urgent care again with Andrew. He was running a fever of 100.7 and completely miserable with his coughing and congestion. By 3am we were back home with more antibiotics and an ear infection and back on the nebulizer a couple of times a day. Andrew has just now gone to sleep, and it's totally fitful. He is so completely tired, but even more completely miserable. I hope he'll sleep for a couple of hours.
I've just finished my sub plans and I'll be taking them over to school in about an hour. Brian will stay home tomorrow. I've backed out of my weekend plans, which means that I won't be going up to Prescott for a girl's weekend of scrapbooking.
For the third time in less than 2 weeks I've been left feeling like crap when asked by a doctor if Andy goes to daycare. Let's just make a giant neon sign pointing to me saying that this is all my fault. I wish it could be another way right now, but that's just not possible after the past couple of years.
I'm trying to take consolation in the fact that by the time Andrew gets to kindergarten he'll have an awesome immune system and won't rack up 40 absences over the course of the school year.
In the meantime, I'm going to just hope for some spitty, slobbery grins later today.