Oh, when I was finishing writing last night's entry, I thought we would have a quiet, peaceful evening.  It was not to be.  Around 2:30AM, Lori came knocking on our door, Tre was burning up with fever, and just miserable.

His temperature was 103, we put him in a onesie, fed him some, wiped him down with a lukewarm cloth, Tony went to 7-Eleven to get him Tylenol.  I held him while he slept and moaned in his sleep.  Poor little Tre was just miserable.  Eventually his temperature began to go down as the Tylenol worked, he feel into a better sleep.

We went to bed, while Lori stood vigil over him.  Poor little fellow.

This afternoon the poor little guy seemed to be getting worse and now had some red spots appearing, so Lori, Tre, and I headed to the Emergency room.  They got him back quickly, examined him, which he did not like.  I held him while the Doctore looked in his ears, nose, and throat, and Tre screamed.

Lori healed him while they did a nasal swab for a flu and RSV test, and poor Tre screamed louder.  And then, the bloodwork.  Now, as soon as they held is arm down he got frantic.  Tre's a child that does not cry much.  As long as he's not hungry he'd rather smile and giggle than anything.  I have never seen a child less likely to cry.

He screamed while they cleaned his arm, screamed while they placed the tie on his arm, and made the most blood curdling cry when they actually stuck him with the needle.  His poor little body arched off the bed, nothing but the back of his head and his heels were on the matress.

And then, Lori started to cry, as well.  There, I sat trying to be all strong and "he'll be fine" about it.  I wanted to cry with him and his Mom.  Instead I helped calm them both down.  He started to drift to sleep, when they came to get him for Xrays.  

Well, he didn't like that either.  They laid him down for one, he cried.  They sat him for the next, he cried, and when they tried to sit him in the opposite direction for the final, he stiff legged them, refusing to bend at the waist or knee.

They gave up. 

A few minutes later, the xray tech peeked back in, the films hadn't come out, they needed to reshoot them.  Poor kid had to repeat that whole thing.

This time, they were fine.

Now all that was left, was the wait.  

Wait we did, for a long time.  Eventually, I gave up and had to go outside, it was too hot inside.  I went to the car, read a few pages, and out they came.

Tre has the flu and chicken pox.  All they can give him is Tylenol due to his age.  He is still not a happy camper, but is home, sleeping now, and his temperature seems to have come down some.  

Thankfully, the RSV swab came back negative.  Kyrsie had RSV as a wee one and was hospitalized for a week.  A baby does not belong in the hospital, even if baby sized hospital gowns are adorable.
Smile, 
 Suzy Smith