Notes from the crib

Last night we were giving George his dose of Tamiflu and he let me know that he did not want to take it. First he turned his head away, then he cried, and then when I still wouldn't listen, he projectile vomited all over me as soon as I'd finished giving him his dose of meds. Since we were on day seven of ten and it is getting progressively more difficult to get him to take the meds (and they were preventative anyway) we are giving up on finishing the series. The doctor agrees - no more Tamiflu.

After getting George a bath (and cleaning myself up as well), we had some playtime and then George went to bed without further incidence. He woke up this morning unhappy and cuddled in bed with DH and I watching cartoons. George never does that - usually he's jumping off the bed or trying to climb onto the nightstand if we bring him into our room. By 10:30 he was crying and ready for a nap again. He slept on and off until almost 2:00. At that point he woke just inconsolable. He didn't have a fever, but he clearly didn't feel well. He was lethargic, wanted to be held, and just wouldn't stop crying. I finally called the doctor's office just to make sure there wasn't anything else we should be doing for him. Since George didn't have a fever, hadn't thrown up since last night, had eaten a big breakfast, and downed three sippy cups of water, the doctor thought there wasn't anything to worry about. The doctor recommended stopping the Tamiflu (after the vomiting episode I'd already decided I wasn't going to be administering that anymore, but good to get the doctor's view, too) and just making sure that George kept hydrated.

I spent some time walking around the house with George and then we went outside to look around. George spied his bubble mower and immediately wanted down. He went over to the mower and tried to pull it into the house to play with.

When I told George the mower was an outside toy, he started to "argue" with me (his first talking of the day - another sign that he didn't feel good since he's usually quite talkative), and then settled down and was content to play outside.

He also felt good enough to sneak over to the side of the house and try to play in the flower pots on the windowsill (he loves to play in the dirt).

He ate some lunch and then we ran errands. By the time we got home, he was his usual happy, playful self again. Hopefully whatever was bothering him is gone now.

I spent this evening finishing up cupcakes for Easter. We were going to take them to a friend's house today, but that event was canceled because her little girl came down with a fever today. We most likely wouldn't have been able to attend anyway, since George wasn't feeling well, but I didn't know that at the time I was baking the cupcakes. I guess I'll take them to church tomorrow. I'm sure the little kids will enjoy them there.