Sick, Sick, Sick.

Friday Terry called me in the office and told me Micah wouldn't eat anything. He wouldn't eat and he'd had 6 dirty diapers, 4 of which were diarrhea. (It's only so long before any baby blog mentions diarrhea, I guess.) By the time I got home he had a fever of 101.3. Besides taking an extra long nap and not eating, he didn't show any signs of not feeling well. That's pretty typical for Micah, though. He's not sick often, but when he is, he just gets a little cranky and that's that.

Saturay morning he seemed 100% recovered. No fever, no diarrhea. So, we took him to PawPaw and Nonna's to go swimming in the afternoon. We pulled him around on a float for about 45 minutes, then he spent some time chasing the golfers on the golfcourse around. When we got home, he napped and when he woke up it was like time had been reversed. More fever, more diarrhea. We tried to get him to eat some dinner. I put him in his highchair, but he only played with his food and sang to it. After about ten minutes he decided to throw up everything that he had managed to eat the whole day.

Terry and I have been preparing for this. Neither one of us are good in this department. Terry tried his hardest to help me clean up, but his stomach couldn't take it. Once I had Micah wiped down I passed him to Terry for a quick bath. Not even five minutes after he'd puked, he was standing on the couch, jumping up and down on it, and mooing like a cow.

But this morning when I woke up and realized that it was, amazingly, NINE a.m., I knew we were in trouble. Micah wakes up around 7:30 at the latest. That began an entire day of Micah sleeping, snuggling, drinking pedialyte, and repeat. This is BY FAR the sickest he's been. Nothing normally slows him down. He still runs around at 90 miles an hour. So knowing he feel badly enough to just lie in our arms is so sad!

Naturally, Terry and I both feel guilty for taking him out yesterday, but like I always tell our doctors, Micah never acts sick! I'm glad his tolerance is high, but it makes it that much harder when he's really sick.

I'm glad we're (hopefully) on the other side of Micah's first big sickness. And I'm so very thankful that Micah threw up on the highchair and not our carpet!