It has been a long weekend. I was nearly at the point of taking medical leave on Monday.
My little one came down with a fever on Saturday. In fact the whole of Saturday he was feeling terribly lethargic. I have never seen him this way. Not even when he was down with a flu and fever. So, his tiredness really concerned me.
You can imagine Saturday night then. He fuly utilised all his sleeping hours and wanted to play with me at 2 am Sunday morning. So there I was playing pee-ka-boo with him at 2 am, fed him his panadol and milk and tried to get him to lie down again.
Eventually at 4 am (or thereabout) I took my tired boy to bed with me.
And guess what! The only position he was comfortable enough to want to try to sleep was lying on my chest!
So, that kept me half awake, half asleep uptil 7 am. Oh! my back ached!
But his sleeping on me was tolerated only coz in his sleep, he occasionally moaned and whimpered.
Sunday was church. No choice got to go early coz had duty. But I went alone.
From the walkway to my apartment, I could hear my son crying. It was pitiful. I nearly wanted to cry myself.
There is a difference between a frustrated cry, a I-want-something-cry and a pitiful,painful cry.
This was a pitiful, painful cry.
It must be his teething (2 bottom has sprouted out, 1 on top is about to).
Now, I am at work.
Hubby just told me a kid from the baby centre has HFM.
Another kid had more or less the same sysmptoms as mine - fever, malaise, no appetite.
I will have to wait a few days.
I pray it is nothing serious.
Please pray with me.