Timothy woke up last night around 3am, crying saying he wasn't feeling well. I kind of shrugged him off and told him to go back to sleep. He persisted, and I finally went to feel his head and he was on fire, and he just looked sick.
I gave him the last of the Motrin we had in the house, and we laid in the living room watching cartoons for about half an hour. I finally got him to go to sleep, once the fever dropped.
He slept until about 7am. Woke up fever free and was running around playing like nothing was wrong. I panic with fevers ever since Timothy had a febrile seizure (Mason has had one too). Even though I know he may not have another one, and I can't prevent him from having one, I still panic. As soon as he is the slightest warm with a temperature, I think back to that night. I don't get sleep, I spend most of my time watching him, feeling his head, asking if he is OK, looking for any sign of a seizure.
Thankfully he went most of the day without a fever, until after his nap. He woke up with one, but I ran out of medicine. So I had to give him a bath to cool off until daddy gets home with some medicine. I hope we get rid of all this crap before Christmas.
But most of all I pray that he doesn't have another seizure.
Keep us in your thoughts and prayers that this is just a little virus and it passes quickly seizure free.