That's what we are over here at the Fry household. Ugh.
I had a FANTASTIC time in San Antonio at the Imaging USA convention. I will have to give you a recap soon when I can put two thoughts together. Right now I am fighting a fever and severe sinus pressure, so forgive me if this doesn't make a lick of sense.
So when I got back Tuesday night, the boys were in bed. When we got up the next morning, Port had a little barky cough for about an hour. I was a bit concerned, but Hubby said he hadn't noticed that either boy was feeling bad, but he did say that Port had fallen asleep several times on Tuesday in random places.
A couple of hours into Wednesday morning, Port started running a fever. This kid does not do fevers half way. When he gets one, it comes on fast and strong and HOT. Before I knew it he went from fine to glassy eyed, teary and red. I started the Tylenol, Ibuprofen rotation. And let me tell you, if I wasn't on time with it almost to the minute his temperature would shoot right back up immediately. Without meds, he was running right at 105 degrees, with meds he cooled down to a balmy 102. Poor guy, he was miserable. It's funny though, even when feverish he still wanted to play; he just couldn't do much for very long. He did alright that night but Thursday morning was running a very high fever once again.
Hubby started feeling bad Wednesday night. It started with him as more of an allergy type thing. He had a hard time at work on Thursday. By the time he got home Thursday evening he was a walking zombie. He went straight to bed and spent most of the evening there. Port was still running a super high fever - just before bed time it spiked again despite the meds and I ended up putting him in the tub for almost an hour to cool him down. After that he felt much better and even started running laps around the house. Kiddo started complaining that night of an earache, so I loaded him up with some ibuprofen right before bed.
Hubby couldn't sleep at all and laid in bed moaning for a few hours before moving out to the couch. At about 3:30 AM, Kiddo got up to go to the bathroom and didn't make it. Hubby was so out of it (I think he was running a super high fever) all he could do was wake me up and then go back to moaning on the couch. I got Kiddo cleaned up, gave him a dose of Tylenol (because he was running a fever at that point) and put him to bed in the spare room and went back to bed. I decided right then that Kiddo wasn't going to school today, so when we got up finally it was well after 8. Thank goodness for the extra sleep; I think we all needed it.
Port's fever was back down to low grade today without meds and he felt so much better. He got upset a few times because he wanted to run but Kiddo couldn't run with him. He just didn't understand it. Hubby spent most of the day in bed and is feeling much better now.
I started running a fever this afternoon, but I am doing my best to fight it. I really don't want to go through what Hubby went through.
Kiddo's fever began spiking this evening - poor guy, he could barely walk when I put him to bed. I didn't want him trying to navigate the ladder to the top bunk, so I laid out sleeping bags on the floor for both of the boys to sleep in. Kiddo was so miserable; I could barely get him off the couch. Hopefully tonight was the worst of it and he feels better in the morning. Hopefully everyone feels better before it hits me fully.
Because it will hit - and I don't know if I'll be able to power through this one. Mommas should never get sick.