Then after a day at the cricket I was hit with probably one of my scariest parenting moments to date. His temperature spiked, his eyes went glassy and both his arms and legs became very limp. He was hot to the touch - my own little hot water bottle. I panicked, terrified he was going to have a convulsion. Luckily for us though we'd had the foresight to ask his nan to bring along some panadol which dropped his temperature enough for us all to calm.
Sick little man could barely keep his eyes open :(
One $80 trip to the after-hours doctor later and our poor little man had tonsillitis. Not pleasant but of all the things it could've possibly been - probably one of the better outcomes.
So we knew what we were dealing with and had the antibiotics to battle it. Next came the 'sleeping' hurdle. Like a zombie I rose to him several times over the course of the weekend. He would just cry and cry, his throat sore and his temperature still blazing. There really is only so much panadol and water will do - especially at 3am in the morning. Sometimes I guess just screaming til you are red in the face and thrashing about on the bed is the only way to get the frustration out - and boy was Bugg showing us how tired and frustrated he actually was.
Sunday rolled around and my mum was kind enough to take Bugg and I up to her house, where he was able to play with nanny for a while and I was able to sleep for a solid two hours (It was amazing!)
Nanny showing Bugg the cows down the road from her house.
And now we've hit Wednesday. Still finishing off the course of antibiotics and having spent a day home with me on Monday and Daddy on Tuesday we have the miraculous return of our darling boy. Back to full health (with the small addition of a slight cough) and running amok in what will never really be my 'tidy' house. To be honest though you can give me a Bugg I can't keep up with over the snugly sick little man we had on the weekend ANY day.
xoxo
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