Over the weekend, Ivan got his first fever (at least the first we had actually measured). 100.1F. It was all thanks to daddy, who came home sick on Wednesday/Thursday and started blowing some serious snot out of his nose. Ivan got the fever on Friday or Saturday night -- my memory is a bit hazy. And I succumbed to it on Saturday day. Serious headache and a nose-load of snot. I didn't go to work today because I felt so bad and had a fever. Not a big one, 37.5C but still. I'm contemplating whether to go in tomorrow.
Knock on wood, Ivan just had the fever without the actual snotty nose part. I know it happens to babies all the time, but since he doesn't know how to blow the snot out, I dread to think what that must be like for a baby. Absolutely miserable. Especially since they can't understand what's wrong with them.
I have to admit that we've been very lucky so far that Ivan hasn't gotten sick yet. It's almost been a full year and no serious sickness yet. It has to be due to the fact that he's not in daycare and exposed to other baby germs. I know baby germs are in hovering in our future, but the longer we can stave them off the better.
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- Just another 30-something who lives in Washington, D.C. burbs, juggling kids, family, work, etc. This is a story about my transformation into a mom--thoughts on motherhood, ponderings on unexpected mommy dilemmas, and a record of my sons' developmental milestones and other silly events--while trying to preserve a sense of self.
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