Liam is definitely his father's son.
Just the mention of taking him to the doctor seems to have been enough motivation for him to get well. He woke up this morning chipper and bouncy as normal. And no fever. He even ate a whole bowl of oatmeal and has been asking for extra snacks all morning. It seems that his immune system has worked it all out. This Mama sighs with relief.
We almost made it through the winter, and Liam's first 2 years of life, without him suffering through any significant sickness. Until this weekend, that is.
The poor little guy took a 4 1/2 hour nap Friday afternoon.
That's when I knew something was coming.
By Saturday morning he was running a fever that has ebbed and flowed depending on the Tylenol in his system, and the pattern continued through today. He took a 2 hour nap in the morning, and then again in the afternoon, and he was ready for an early bedtime. We put him to bed with a fever of 102.5 and yet another dose of Tylenol. If he is still sick tomorrow, I'll be taking him to the doctor (it will be his first visit that isn't a regular wellness check-up...). He doesn't have any other symptoms besides the fever, but he sure seems miserable.
Here's to wishes of good health.