Poor little Nicholas came down with the flu this week in spite of having the flu shot last fall. And it wasn't pretty in the least. I've officially lived through the scariest moments I've had as a parent so far and it wasn't something I ever want to go through again. It started Monday when he woke up from his nap. He had been a little under the weather beforehand and woke up with a burning fever and shaking all over with chills. I grabbed the thermometer and about passed out when I read 104.8! I immediately gave him a dose of Tylenol and put him in a luke warm bath. I knew it had to be done but his reaction just about pulled my heart right out of my chest. He kept crying and yelling "COLD! COLD!" so I did what any mother would do and I jumped in with him, holding him and trying to comfort him. His fever stayed pretty high throughout the night and spiked one other time to 105. We called the after hours nurse twice and kept getting told he wasn't in any danger and to wait for his pediatrician tomorrow. Tall order when you see your child burning up with fever and completely lethargic. We stayed up most of the night watching him closely and just giving him as much love as we possibly could. Greg and I were both beside ourselves with fear that at any moment he would start having a seizure. At around 2:30 his fever finally went down and he was able to rest comfortably the remainder of the night. We got into the doctor the next morning where he was tested for Influenza and obviously came up positive. We got him some Tamiflu and now he's doing much better, although still not himself. There's nothing scarier than seeing your baby so sick and I don't think I'll ever forget it.
