We've had a rough few days at home since Sunday. Both Mike and Carter were sick, luckily Mike started to feel better yesterday, but poor Carter had a rough night battling a fever. The past two nights have been pretty bad considering normally he sleeps for a good 12 hours, and instead has been waking up about every 2-3 hours. I feel so bad for him, I know he feels bad and the poor thing just can't tell me what hurts, or what he wants to make him feel better. He's still drinking milk, just not eating much at all. He's been pretty lethargic and yesterday afternoon, well all day, just wanted to be snuggled. A lot easier said than done with my growing belly. At this point in my pregnancy picking up Carter has become more of a challenge and then holding him is also a challenge. He pretty much sits on my tummy like a little shelf underneath my chest. I guess we all just make due. It was a big relief to have Mike come a little earlier than normal to be able to help snuggle with Carter so that I was able to get some things done.
The picture above was from yesterday morning, I finally gave in and put him in bed with us, where he slept until 9:30. He takes up a lot more space in our bed than he use to but it was such a relief to be able to sleep for an additional two hours. He woke up this morning and doesn't feel as warm, so it seems as though his fever is finally on the way down. I thought he was doing so much better, so I took him out for a little bit and one of my good friends commented about how lethargic he looked. I plan to give it until after nap time and then call the doctor. I always feel so silly calling to talk to the nurse, so I tend to avoid it. The bad thing is my personal nurse, aka. my mom, is out of the country for three weeks and is unavailable, which makes it even harder. Hopefully this is just a little bug, or a bad case of teething and will all go away. I can hope can't I?