My boy has been terribly sick. Most likely mono but it still early to tell. He is on day seven of fever with these grotesquely swollen tonsils and glands. We have gone through almost two bottles of Motrin and he takes Tylenol with codeine when I can get it down him. The most difficult part has been getting enough fluids in him because it causes such pain for him to swallow and being concerned that his airway may get blocked when he is sleeping.
Hannah had this when she was in second grade and I am certain it is the worst virus in the world!
We may have turned the corner this morning because he came downstairs with his cup of Gatorade and said, "Mom.....guess what? I drank all my juice!"
It has been so hard to be unable to provide comfort for my son. My anxiety level rises each time I know we must give him his medicine or force fluids and I can't imagine how mothers deal with children who are chronically ill. My heart aches for them. Relying on God's timing is difficult but embracing suffering for my children is so much harder.
Prayers are coveted while he recovers.
I miss my Silly Sam.