My son's sick...again

Around midnight last night, my 2-year-old son woke up, crying and whining.  I touched his forehead and it was slightly warm.  Great.  He's sick again.  Just like last month.  I asked him what was wrong.  I asked him what he wanted me to do.  Nothing worked.  He wouldn't stop crying.  I felt so helpless.  I brought him to bed with me and just held him until he fell asleep an hour later.

Fast forward to 8am.  He woke up crying and whining.  I took his temperature.  99.1 degrees.  I don't give him Tylenol.  Now what?  I have to call the doctor.  A part of me feels like a horrible mother because I dread calling the doctor.  Don't get me wrong.  The practice he goes to is perfect.  It's my stupid deductible that I'm dreading, which is $300/person.  Of course, it renews every new year.  So, I always hope that if my kids gets get sick, they do it by midnight December 31st.  I'm not going to get into the healthcare debate.  I've done that way too many times already.  Im just saying.  Let the President do his job so he can fix our healthcare system.  And for the record, I still have to pay a 20% coinsurance after the deductible is met.

Fast forward to 10am.  We're at the doctor's.  He cried on the way here.  He cried while we waited.  He cried while the nurse took his temperature.   His hands locked onto the doc's arms with a death grip while she tried to take a strep swab.  He didn't want to be held.  He just wanted to lay on the floor.  So, I let him and I sat there helpless.  Again.  The doctor can't figure out what's wrong and she suggests that if the strep comes back negative, he should go to the ER so they can run tests.  Great.  Then, she decided to check if it's his bones.  She had him jump a couple times.   I don't know why but this finally made him stop crying.  Oh, yeah.  I forgot to mention he's been crying this whole time.  So, she was finally able to really examine him.

Fast forward to 11:30am.  He's on his 2nd dose of his breathing treatment; hence the attached picture.  He's finally asleep.  Thank goodness he's getting better.  Thank goodness I don't have to take him to the hospital.  I just hope we wont have to repeat this next month.

Fast forward to 1:30pm. He's running around the house, building his fort. I'm happy to finally have my little man back. -- ms