Matthew has been remarkably healthy since he’s come home to
us. In the two and a half years he’s
only had a couple of mild instances of fever, and nothing else. These past few days he got strep throat.
We sensed there was something going on in the middle of the
night on Wednesday, going into Thursday morning. He was in bed and I downstairs and I heard
what sounded like crying sounds. Of
course that had to be Matthew so I went upstairs to his room and found him on
the floor beside his bed crying. At
first I thought he had fallen out of bed, but he said he didn’t. He asked if mommy was going to leave him, so I
suspected he had a bad dream. He kind of
nodded he had a bad dream and went back to sleep.
My wife also had walked in to his room in the early morning
to find him crying. At school Thursday
he wasn’t right, she said. He didn’t
feel he had fever, but something was going on.
He kept whining and wanting his mother.
That night he finally got a mild fever.
My wife handled it with children’s Tylenol. It helped but boy was he whiny and crying. He normally attaches himself to me when I’m
home, but not this time. It was mommy
for everything. My wife called the doctor’s office and they
had an opening right then. She got him
over and the doctor diagnosed Strep Throat, and he said it was going to get
worse before getting better. He
prescribed antibiotics.
He was right. Fever
went over 104F (40C) and Matthew was either crying non-stop or laying on the couch
like a half dead animal. We tried to get
him to drink fluids and all he wanted was chocolate milk. I don’t think that was a good idea. I tried to sooth him at one point and the
chocolate milk expectorated out of his mouth as if it were a garden hose. It was a whoosh, like that child in the vomit
movie scene in The Exorcist, only it was chocolate brown instead of green. And guess where it propelled to? You got it, all over my shirt…lol. Yuck.
But what are daddies for?
Well, at least it didn’t hit me in the face.
The antibiotic worked marvelously. His fever came down that night and then gone
in the morning. He spent the weekend
inside and he still whined for his mommy the whole time. But the fever never came back. It passed
remarkably quick. So even with this
illness, he seems remarkably healthy, healthier than I was as a child.
