My pictures are broken (or corrupt as says my computer) so no Christmas pictures until I reload those.
Also. Our baby has been sick, so no 11 Month picture, so no 11 month update yet.
He's on the mend..so it's coming.
But guess what I did tonight.
Noah has been sick AGAIN. (I mean seriously.) Also, I use the term sick loosely - our sweet boy is not sick in a way that some babies are sick, and we are so blessed in that!
However...boy did have a fever this week. Let's clarify...from Saturday morning at 6am he ran >101 non-stop until this morning.
He peaked at 103.8. Can't lie...I don't get too nervous with fevers..but I began to panic a bit when he hit 103.5 after motrin at 3am. You'd be amazed the things you can google.
He's ok though.
Took him to the doctor- he literally tested negative for everything. RSV, Strep, Flu (A&B), even his white count was normal. So I am very thankful for that.
Turns out..just a virus. But our sweet pediatrician called three times in the last two days just to check on Noah. (This was validation for my crazy by the way. I figure if the doctor himself calls three times to check he must be worried too.)
Anyways..we've been fever free since he woke up this morning..but at about 1000 tonight I went to check on him and I was CERTAIN he had a fever.
I told Brad to check him and see what he thought..Brad checked and said "No way he has a fever. Not at all."
To which I very confidently and smugly replied..."You'll be sorry at 3am when his temp is 105."
Then we dropped it.
Then I (OF COURSE) had to bring it up again and said "What are you going to give me if I'm right?"
So Brad said "Do you really think he has a fever? Go wake him up and check it."
Me: "No way, you made me feel dumb I'm not waking him up now." (So rational)
Brad: "You always err on the side of caution...why wouldn't you get him?"
Me: "Fine. I bet it's at LEAST 101. Seriously." Note: I definitely thought it was at least 102...only verbalized 101...you know just in case I overshot.
So we checked it.
97.6.
Then I couldn't look Brad in the eye, because I was embarrassed. He very kindly and graciously did not say "I told you so."
Good move dear husband. Good move.
I'm a delight to be married to.
Have a great night!
Also. Our baby has been sick, so no 11 Month picture, so no 11 month update yet.
He's on the mend..so it's coming.
But guess what I did tonight.
Noah has been sick AGAIN. (I mean seriously.) Also, I use the term sick loosely - our sweet boy is not sick in a way that some babies are sick, and we are so blessed in that!
However...boy did have a fever this week. Let's clarify...from Saturday morning at 6am he ran >101 non-stop until this morning.
He peaked at 103.8. Can't lie...I don't get too nervous with fevers..but I began to panic a bit when he hit 103.5 after motrin at 3am. You'd be amazed the things you can google.
He's ok though.
Took him to the doctor- he literally tested negative for everything. RSV, Strep, Flu (A&B), even his white count was normal. So I am very thankful for that.
Turns out..just a virus. But our sweet pediatrician called three times in the last two days just to check on Noah. (This was validation for my crazy by the way. I figure if the doctor himself calls three times to check he must be worried too.)
Anyways..we've been fever free since he woke up this morning..but at about 1000 tonight I went to check on him and I was CERTAIN he had a fever.
I told Brad to check him and see what he thought..Brad checked and said "No way he has a fever. Not at all."
To which I very confidently and smugly replied..."You'll be sorry at 3am when his temp is 105."
Then we dropped it.
Then I (OF COURSE) had to bring it up again and said "What are you going to give me if I'm right?"
So Brad said "Do you really think he has a fever? Go wake him up and check it."
Me: "No way, you made me feel dumb I'm not waking him up now." (So rational)
Brad: "You always err on the side of caution...why wouldn't you get him?"
Me: "Fine. I bet it's at LEAST 101. Seriously." Note: I definitely thought it was at least 102...only verbalized 101...you know just in case I overshot.
So we checked it.
97.6.
Then I couldn't look Brad in the eye, because I was embarrassed. He very kindly and graciously did not say "I told you so."
Good move dear husband. Good move.
I'm a delight to be married to.
Have a great night!
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Annabel just had ask something too. It was Roseola. Blah. Hope he feels better soon!
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