Around last Wednesday Trevor started getting a fever near the end of the night. He kept getting Tylenol until Saturday. We figured it was just a virus and we were waiting for it to work it's way through. Sunday the fever was gone, but the horrible cough was not. I was so worried about my little man, but Sunday added more to the mix: Scott had a sore throat. This made me so sad. We continued to wait for the virus to run its course, but Tuesday Scott was feeling so horrible, he took Tuesday and Wednesday off work and called the doctor to get him and Trevor in. Unfortunately, I had the car and the car seat. I got someone to cover my last class and left school early to help take my boys in.
Trevor loved most of it. His favorite part was the little instrument with the light, whatever its called. While waiting for the doctor, I looked in his ear, Trevor looked in mine. It was great fun. The doctor came in and Trevor was so good. He climbed on my lap and held very still as the doctor listened to his heart. He tipped his head so the doctor could look in his ears, and opened his mouth wide so he could see down his throat. He was officially diagnosed with ear infections, that right, that "s" is not accidental. One for each ear! No wonder why he couldn't sleep at night.
Scott then hopped up on the table, but when Trevor saw the doctor pull out the instrument again, he jumped right up on Daddy and started pointing at his ear. He wanted to be looked at again! The doctor was great and checked Trevor again. When Trevor realized he was done being looked at, the fit started. I took him out of the room while Scott got the down low: yep, it's a virus, it should be gone in a few days. Then the questions about me started and what to do if I get it: not much, bummer right? So now we pray that I don't get it. So far, I'm good.
That night we gave Trevor his medicine. He took it so well (but we're not surprised, because he loves those nasty vitamins. If you have never tried prescription vitamins for babies/toddlers, just ask, I'll let you try them). Once he had downed his medicine, he asks "more candy please?" I politely tell him it's not candy, it's medicine. He thinks for a second then says "more medicine please?" I thank him for asking please, but he can't have more. He cries.
My boys are getting better, Trevor is back to his old self and Scott is slowly (very slowly) getting back to normal. But before I say adieu for this post. One more cute Trevor story. Yesterday Scott went to get a soda. Trevor walked in, walked straight for the soda, waited patiently for Dad. No whining for whatever, no trying to get his own soda, just was a good little boy. Scott told Trevor for being so good he could have a candy. They walked over to the candy and Trevor picked out his candy. He walked up to the counter and began digging around in his pockets saying "penny, penny, penny." He pulled out a quarter and sat it on the counter, but would not let go of his candy. How cute is that! He knew what he had to do. Sure, it wasn't enough, but he paid for it all by himself.
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