I knew that daycares were riddled with potential viruses but really? Three days in and Dylan came home with germs that sent his immune system into overdrive, warding against a 103 degree fever. Needless to say, our weekend was a tough one and Dylan was miserable.
He was exhausted, agitated, and full blown sick. If I wasn’t holding him, he was crying. If he was crying, he was congested, and if he was too congested, it was only a matter of time until he would throw up. So what to do? Keep him cool, keep him hydrated, carrot juice, water, the breastmilk stash, feed him whatever food he was interested in (which was hardly any), and coddle as needed. The experience of caring for a baby at this level of illness was a first for me and all I can say is WOW! Being responsible for the well-being of another human life is a tall order and quite frankly, I don’t know how any of us do it. It’s scary to think that my son is completely dependent on my ability to care for him, and there’s a possibility that I don’t know what the heck I’m doing. So when I texted my mom and explained the situation and she replied with, “You know best. Listen to your instincts when it comes to Dylan,” I felt liberated.
She’s right and we all know it. Parents don’t receive formal training (though that would be AWESOME), so we are left with life experience, intuition, and common sense to guide us through the unknown. And you know what? That’s okay. Dylan may be a stuffy little chicken with a lingering cough, but his fever has subsisted and he’s on the mend. Thanks for the pep talk mom!