On Christmas Eve, as is tradition, we attended the Christmas Eve service. B was dressed in his very own Santa suit, courtesy of Cici and was a little angel during the whole service...which got me wondering, "why is he so quiet??" When he laid his head on my shoulder after the service, I knew something was amiss. And so our night with a sick little B began... But first, pictures of the Santa suit...
When we got home from the service, B had a low temp so we gave him Motrin and he went right to sleep. He woke up in the middle of the night with a much higher temp. Of course, now it was the wee hours of the morning ...CHRISTMAS morning and he has his first real fever. The on-call doc, whom I waited to call until 6 am (it felt like much later to me at the time), said to watch him because nothing was open except for the ER. He stayed about the same throughout the day and I must say, was a trooper. Not much crying, just a little calmer and quieter than usual. We still managed to have a fabulous day. We were the first in line at the Urgent Care clinic the next morning and were out the door in less than an hour with a double ear/sinus infection diagnosis and antibiotics.



Heeeeee!!!! the santa suit! nice shot of june----you're getting good with that camera! ;)
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