Mama Knows...

I drove him to school on Thursday, and when we pulled up to his drop off spot, Zach told me he was sick and wanted to go home. He had been complaining of a headache for a couple of days, but he didn't have a fever, or any other symptoms that would indicate he was sick enough to stay home.
I pulled out one of my tools that I carry in my "Mommy Bag o' Tricks"- I informed him he would not be allowed to play video games if he came home, so he chose to attend class. I picked him up from school to find a very slow moving little guy... with that look in his eyes that told me he was about to make a crash landing into sick-o-ville.
We arranged for John to be off work on Friday (he's the one with sick time to use) and sure enough on Friday morning we woke up to find Zach with a fever of 103 degrees. He was certainly not going to school, and just as I anticipated... we were about to have one sick little fellow.

Sure enough, he spent most of the day miserable. We controlled his fever with Tylenol, but opted not to take him to the doctor since they rarely give antibiotics. I didn't want to expose him to all the germs that are at the doctor's office, just to be told what I already knew. His doctor believes that we are over-prescribing antibiotics, and making the viruses more resistant. So I just kept giving him as much vitamin C as possible, and kept the cartoons on.

I questioned my decision when I came home from work, and the poor guy's face was all swollen. He looked miserable... and I felt just as bad for not being able to do anything to help him. I had to go to work on Saturday, but got good news that his fever had broke. He was still not himself, but managed to smile a few times.

On Sunday morning, I knew he was just about back to normal. Zach and Kyle were fighting over a blanket... not just any blanket though. This blanket was a 'rocket-ship' that someone had covered a chair with, and didn't want it destroyed. It was music to my ears... cause I knew things were going to be okay.

And sure enough he felt well enough to bounce on the trampoline, and eat all of the yummy food we had for Superbowl Sunday.

Of course, he was feeling better just in time to head back to school this morning. And for that, I really feel bad for the poor little cutie pie. Whah-ah-ahhhh!!!!