My sweet, sweet boy is sick. It began Wednesday afternoon and has escalated since. Last night we propped him up on the couch, plugged in the humidifier, added some eucalyptus oil and bid him goodnight, making him promise to wake me us if he needed anything. A few hours later he climbed onto my lap, unable to articulate what was wrong. He was still half asleep. After some snuggling and probing he was able to tell me he had a bad dream about dad and I on a roller coaster that went crazy (he must be unwinding from our recent trip to Disneyland and Knotts still). Since he was shook up, I offered for him to sleep between mom and dad. I prayed with him and then he was out like a light. He coughed and coughed and coughed over the next hour. I got up and brought the humidifier into our room. He coughed and coughed and coughed some more. At 1:45 he asked if he could take his shirt off. I consented then went to find the thermometer. (He is just so considerate. He didn’t want me to go to any trouble and was worried about keeping me up and was he taking up too much room?!) His temp was 103.1. His fever has steadily increased since Wednesday. I administered Motrin and noted it on the white board (I can forget quite easily these days). The Motrin doesn’t even knock out his fever completely but it brings it to about 100.0 giving him some relief. I want to make him some tea with thyme and honey. Thyme acts both as an expectorant to clear the lungs of congestion and as a antitussive, calming coughing spasms. (source http://www.anniesremedy.com) I know he is going to hate it though. Tough!

On an entirely different note, I bought yet another pillow yesterday. It is perfect! Yay!

I am still wrestling with myself in terms of denial but I am not angry today and am actually tackling some school research.