cohen has been feeling a little under the weather, or at least i think he has although i have no true confirmation of such a thing. i imagine that if he could talk he would say something like "mom, i feel like crap, do you think we could lie in the pull out couch all day and watch episodes of some trashy tv show you like while i cuddle into the little spot between your arm and your chest? please?". i of course would say yes because that sounds like possibly the best day ever.
it started about a week ago with a warm forehead and then confirmation from the small underarm device that he in fact was warm, but not too warm. low grade they say. not worried. the next day was the same, so to be sure things were being measured correctly i went out and purchased a new thermometer. this one made claims of giving me the answer in "five seconds!" but it turned out to be much closer to eleven and a half which still makes it about three hundred* seconds faster than what we had. this new device confirmed what the old device had already taught us. the boy is sick.
there were no signs of sick though, no hacking, no snot, no malaise nor despondency. mostly just smiles and giggles and heat. so we watched and we waited, chalking it up to probable teething. over the next couple of days though we saw it spike, the warm that is, and we saw him agitated and in pain (or at least i think he was) and so we gave some tylenol and some hugs and things continued on. his temperature would fluctuate from normal to high in no seeming pattern.
which brings us to today, which is day seven of fever in some form or another, and my thinking that maybe the waiting isn't what's called for. maybe he loves pain and really has some raging infection that he has no intention of complaining about. so off to the doctor we went. turns out the ears are fine but the prolonged low grade fever is not, well not completely anyway. but she had no answer. maybe a uti (which we are collecting urine to test for) or maybe just a virus that he is fighting off. or maybe he is just too hot to handle. either way he only seems mildly upset about it and if he wants to be all needy and cuddly for a couple of days, well who am i to argue with that? now i just have to decide which trashy tv is most fitting to the occasion...
*may be a slight exaggeration
well they have it the worst of all. luckily there was no sugar to worry about this year but in a few years when that becomes a factor...well i can only imagine how tough that is going to be. as it is, this year saw cohen up much later than he is accustomed and in environments unfamiliar being tossed from waiting arm to waiting arm. don't get me wrong, he loved it, but it messed with him a little and only tonight, after almost a week of trying was he able to go to sleep before eleven. he adhered to a strict routine before the chaos, always in bed and asleep by eight and up once, sometimes twice, for milk. the last week or so has seen him asleep at midnight and up five and six times. thank goodness i don't have work to go to these days, as him and i have been napping our days away. tonight he was asleep at nine and has been slumbering ever since. i hope i didn't just jinx that.
that combined with the whirling noise that is ominously sounding in the alcove outside our window and i am feeling a little spooked. it doesn't help that the lights have flickered a few times now. i have the candles out just in case. it has made me wonder what it feels like to live in florida and to know that a hurricane is coming, to see that kind of wind and to maybe even see the storm as it makes it's way towards you. thank goodness i don't know first hand what that is like. i don't think i would care much for the experience.
i am not sure i put much stock in the notion that we can wake up on the first and feel renewed somehow. as for resolutions? i never really thought about it much, but if i was to come up with three right now i suppose they would be