There has been nothing that's prepared me for what it's like to watch Eli be sick. As hard as it's been to deal with club foot, in some ways, Eli being sick is worse.
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When I (finally) got home, I took over while Heather rested (well rested as much as you can when a 9-month-old baby is screaming at the top of his lungs.) Usually Eli is pretty happy if he's moving. So I tried to walk him around the house. This didn't work, so I immediately escalated to Defcon 2. Otherwise known as "going for a drive."
I drove Eli around town not once, not twice, but 4 separate times. During that time we learned a few things. First, Eli only likes highway driving, not city road driving. Every time I slowed down for a light, he would wake up. Secondly, there are a lot of scary cars on the road at 3 AM.
By the time I realized driving wasn't going to work (4 AM) I was starting to realize something more serious than a cranky, overly-tired baby was going on. And that's when I picked him up and for the first time felt his fever.
|Day 1: At the doctors|
We were happy though. We knew what the problem was, got Eli on antibiotics, and he was clearly turning the corner.
Things looked good. Until Sunday when the wheels came off. Eli's fever spiked over 103 degrees. So while Isabel slept, Heather took Eli to Children's hospital. Where they told us (after a VERY long wait) that Eli not only had an ear infection, but a bladder infection and a sore throat initially diagnosed as Hand-Foot-Mouth Disease.
Since then Eli has only slept a few hours, and eaten even less. He's miserable. And exhausted. And hungry, but in too much pain to eat or drink. In fact you can see just how much weight he lost between "Day 1" and "Day 4."
|Day 4: "Mommy, I don't feel so good..."|
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