I hate seeing my little man ill and what ever is going on with him at the moment just doesn't want to let up.
It's 3am in the morning and I have been up with him again with high temps. He is now sleeping soundly with me laying next to him worrying like crazy.
We weren't able to get his bloods today as the lady at the blood place didn't feel confident doing it on her own so we are off to PMH tomorrow to get them done there, first thing.
I just want to know what's wrong. The not knowing is the worst and to see him so sick and so fed up with being unwell is excruciating.
His little feet are so hot. He hasn't eaten properly in days, weeks if we include the diarrhoea time. All so damn familiar.
I feel sick with worry. Just want this damn virus or whatever it is, and lets hope it is something simple, to just go the hell away. Leave my little man alone. Give him a damn break.
Need to get some sleep.
Easier said than done.
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