Ayden's first time sick?

Oh please let's hope not. I've been dreading this moment from the minute he was born. It so hard watching your child go through something, and there isn't much you can do. No matter how minor it is, your heart breaks for them. The worst thing in the world is to hear "that cry" - not the one when their tired or hungry - but the I am in pain cry. I didn't think I'd be able to tell the difference, but there was no mistaking it. The first time I heard it; it was the second time he had his shots and I just wanted to die at that moment. Take the pain away from him. Please, I can take it - give it to me. Give me the pain, and I'll suffer for him. Just make it stop. Please.

This time it's not the cry that alerts me, it's his face. His big bulbous cheeks are flushed bright red. I kiss his forehead and he is burning. I think uh-oh, time to take out the thermometer. For some reason, I get nervous. Why? I've take his temperature before, so what's the big deal? Well, this time I was expecting a temp and I was right. Not too bad though, 99.5 but higher than normal. Oh no, what do I do? I immediately grab the Tylenol from the cabinet and give him the recommended dosage. He grimaces at the taste of grape, but sucks it down anyway. I take him to the couch and we cuddle until he falls asleep.

The rest of the day goes pretty uneventful. No more temps, but I notice his appetite is down and he's spitting up more than normal. I must have changed 20 bibs throughout the entire day.

After dh gets home, I decide to call his Dr. They tell me not to give him Tylenol anymore unless his temp is over 100.5 and if he has a temp in the morning to bring him in. I give Ayden his last bottle (he only takes an ounce) and falls asleep in my arms. I try to wake him up but he is in such a deep sleep, I decide to put him in his crib. If he wakes up, he wakes up and I'll make him a new bottle, no biggie.

Oh man what a day.