Brooks began not feeling well on Thursday of this past
week. He couldn’t really put into words
how he felt; he just kept saying that he felt bad. Brent checked him out of school and took him home. He had been complaining about his head
hurting and that he couldn’t see well, so I decided that maybe it was time for
glasses.
Friday he seemed to be feeling better so he went to
school. In the meantime, I made him an
appointment at the eye doctor. Mom,
Brooks and I all went on Friday afternoon.
After the normal dilation of the eyes, he began to complain that he
didn’t feel well. I kept thinking he
was just tired or putting on. When it
was time to go pick out his glasses (turns out he did need them) he started
shivering and when mom and I felt him, he was burning up. I mean really hot! (This is my child that doesn’t get sick ever.) We asked him if he could just make it
through picking them out and he said he could.
Mom gave him an Advil that he tried to just swallow without a
drink. Turns out Brooks needs a drink
or said pill, stuck in the throat, makes him throw up. Luckily he made it to the eyeglasses store
bathroom. We hurriedly picked out the
glasses.
Side note: if you take your child to pick out glasses when
they feel really bad, they will let you pick out whatever you want, because
they don’t care.
When we got to mom’s house his temp was 102 under the arm,
and that was after drinking a large glass of coke. Goodness, I felt bad.
Saturday morning we got up and he felt a lot better. It was a good thing since we were going to
North Georgia to visit with Brent’s grandparents. We made it to Auburn for breakfast. As we were eating Brooks complained that he wasn’t hungry. I felt him, and he was burning up
again. We drugged him up and keep
going.
The plan was to go to a Memorial service for one of my
mother-in-law’s friend while we were on the way to the grandparents. When we got about 5 minutes away from the
church, Reese, that’s right, the other child, throws up in the car. NICE!
He had gotten carsick! Brent, his
mom, and Brooks (because he was feeling fine) went inside to the memorial,
while Reese and I changed his clothes, right out in the front yard of the
church, and then cleaned the backseat of the car. We then sat in the car for an hour and sang and talked, because I
hadn’t packed another set of clothes that were appropriate for a memorial
service.
Back on track we made it to Nana and Granddad’s house
without any more incidents. The weekend
went on with Brooks’ temperature going up and down at different points in the
day. Other than that, he doesn’t have
any other alarming symptoms. He seems
to feel pretty good. Except for when he
threw up on the floor in the bedroom last night. Yes, that was a fun one to clean up too!!! Sigh!
What a great Labor Day weekend :/
