Feb 6, 2008

Henry has a fever. Last night he freaked out at about 12am. I was able to rock him back asleep in his rocking chair. About 2 hours later he totally freaked out. I pulled him into our bed but he just could not get comfortable. Then he threw up. That sucked. We cleaned him up and tried to calm him down. He screamed at one point and we asked him if wanted apple juice. He said yes. Jean said "you need to ask for what you want" meaning, say apple juice, don't scream. Henry's reply was a heart breaking "please" Have all the apple juice you want.

I walked around with him trying to keep him upright because I believed that laying horizontal hurt his tummy. We ended up snuggling up on the couch and falling asleep together. I woke up about an hour later and Henry was totally snuggled in with me. I put him in his crib and he fell right asleep.

In the morning I woke up and heard him counting. "One, two. One, two" Then he heard me and it was all about me picking him up. I put him in our bed with Jean. He looks at me points to himself and says "cake, me!" Message received loud and clear, you had a tough night last night and you feel you deserve some cake for breakfast. Little man, you did, and you do.

And he had cake for breakfast.

Which he didn't eat because he still didn't feel very good, but that's not really the point now is it.