Poor Saul. He was sent home from daycare yesterday afternoon. He was running a fever, so I took him to the doctor. He still has his ear infections and now he also has pneumonia. I feel terrible. He's such a happy and active baby that he doesn't act sick until he's really sick.
The doctor scared me by telling me to not hesitate to take him to the emergency room if he started having any trouble breathing during the night. His breathing was fine, but he started running an extremely high fever around midnight. It was so sad - he was completely out of it, his head lolling around and his eyes unfocused, making little whimpering noises, but not having enough energy to really cry. The fever finally broke after a few panicky hours, but none of us really slept last night.
He seems much better this morning. He's home with B today, and I'm attempting to work even though I feel like I'm living in a fog.
If we can just make it through this week, I think we'll be okay. I feel like I've said that more than once in the last few months...