Sick baby

Friday G started running a fever. He was acting normal and had no other symptoms, but as the day went on, I noticed he felt warm. Sure enough, when I took his temp it was elevated. He's been running a fever ever since - today is day 3. He's tired, cranky, hot and uncomfortable. He hasn't eaten anything except breastmilk since Friday morning.

I feel so bad for my poor baby. I hate it when they get sick. I feel so helpless. He's so miserable and looks at me with these sad, weepy eyes as if to say, "Mommy, why aren't you making this better?"

Neither of us have slept much the last two nights, although him a lot more than me. I'm running on fumes, but luckily my husband has been around this weekend to pick up the slack. Tomorrow, of course, is Monday and I'm seriously dreading it, assuming we have another night like the last two. I spent most of the last two nights sitting in the rocking chair holding G, since he'd cry every time I put him in his crib. Pretty hard to sleep when you're sitting up, at least for me. I brought my pillow in there last night and even tried to lie on the floor and sleep; G slept curled up next to me in the crook of my arm, but I don't think I slept at all.

In any case, I'm hoping tomorrow will bring a better day. And I'm really hoping for a better night! It sucks, I've been so busy with G, I feel like I've barely seen D all weekend.

We're heading to the doctor tomorrow if G still has a fever.

Yawn.