Hot Mess

I was hoping today would be a better one for my lil dude, but unfortunately it brought more of the same. :( Fever, poor appetite, general "blah"ness. Poor guy. It probably didn't help that I had to take him in this morning to have some blood drawn (standard tests ordered by the pediatrician at 9 months, which we'd put off thinking they'd take blood at his endo appointment). I thought we'd turned a corner this evening, when Porter awoke from his afternoon nap smiling and cooing. I immediately took his temperature, and was thrilled to see that it was finally normal! Then, he took a solid 6-ounce bottle, and I almost burst into tears of happiness. After some fun playtime with Kaiser, during which he chatted up a storm, Porter started to get that glazed-over look once again, and when I took his temperature before bath, it had shot back up to 102. Boo. Then he refused his bedtime bottle for the 4th night in a row (but did later drink 5 ounces when I came back in to console him after laying him down). 

If Mr. P's still running a fever tomorrow morning, I guess we'll be paying another visit to the doctor's office. I'm trying not to go crazy, but I'd be lying if I said this sickness, compounded with everything else that's been going on the kidlet, didn't have me worried. I know Porter is in the Lord's hands, and I just need to release control of the situation and trust in Him. Why is that so hard for me?

Our God is Healer, awesome in power...