Poor Kid

Liam had a rough few days last week dealing with a nasty cough and a very hoarse voice. Poor kid sounded awful! He woke up around 1am on Thursday crying this hoarse, pathetic cry. He tried to cough and really couldn't. We got a temperature of 100.9, and he just kept asking for something to drink. He layed down in our bed for an hour or so, but he was very restless and never fell back to sleep. He was confused about what time it was and kept looking around the room saying "I'm just lookin' at stuff." It was cute, but would have been cuter if it was after 6am.

Aaron took the day off and scheduled a doctor's appointment for him. I wanted to go as well, but had some things that had to be finished at work. The nurse practitioner was the only person with any openings that day, so Aaron took him to see her. He cried the entire time. Didn't want to be weighed (36 lbs. was the eventual reading), refused to be measured (5ft. is my estimation), and sobbed hysterically when they had to take a chest x-ray. She wanted to make sure he didn't have pneumonia, and it all checked out fine. She said he just has a virus and that it will pass in a few days. We kept him hydrated and cuddled with him a lot. He seems to be doing better and has returned to his usual good sleep habits. Thank goodness!