Sick Day

I knew something was wrong when Alex wasn't anxious to get out of bed this morning. I checked his forehead and he felt warm. When I took his temperature I found that he had a low grade fever. He slept most of the morning, with no appetite; not even for the chocolate cake left over from his birthday party. When he was able to get up in the late morning, he threw up. Now, we needed to focus on getting him liquids.

He laid down in the living room and there I read him 'Dumpy, the Dump Truck', a book he receieved from Grandma on his birthday. It turned out to be a good story for a sick day. Dumpy is a forgotten truck that doesn't run until Charlie and his grandpa take to fixing him. In other words, Dumpy spends most of the story very sick and getting better. Alex loved the story given the context.

Shortly thereafter, he got up and walked back into our bedroom to put himself into bed again. Eventually, I was able to get Alex to suck on an ice cube, which he did with relish by the time he trusted the process enough. I stayed in bed with him for the afternoon while I worked on my homework.

He got out of bed at around 6 PM, still with no appetite beyond the one chocolate chip cookie he ate. At least he drank some water now. I expected him to be up very late, so I made some popcorn and we watched 'The Empire Strikes Back'. Oddly enough, he was sleepy by about only a half hour past his bedtime. We continued the movie in my bedroom and Dan came home. Alex fell fast asleep to the sounds of space battles. I hope he had some great dreams that night.