Luke's fever raged for three days and he was a complete lump that entire time. I usually spend so much time telling him to use an inside voice or to stop running in the house, but when he is quiet and still, it's freaky. His fever finally broke Saturday morning and he has been on the mend ever since. Paul's started Saturday evening. I have been able to keep his from skyrocketing using Tylenol and ibuprofen, but I will be staying home with him tomorrow rather than going to BSF leadership. The worst part is the cough for both boys. Their lungs are just so susceptible to illness. We are nebulizing them both with Albuterol and Pulmicort. It's such a process every time. I finally gave up trying to get Paul to sit still and instead just let him stand while I hold the mask up to his face. It works. Luke, on the other hand, loves to sit and hold the mask himself. He's a big boy.
And now the pictures.
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I'm so sad to see Paul's sick eyes...not his usual sparkle. Does it get any better than tea in the tub?
Love, Mom
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