While I always hate being ill, the worse thing is when my son is ill. As a 3 year old he can’t really tell me what is wrong, so I have to go with my instinct.
We knew he was ill yesterday, a few clues gave it away to us, he lay on the sofa all day, he had a sad look on his face and he barely made a sound.
Those were our first clues, his temperature went up to thirty nine degrees throughout the day and he wouldn’t eat
He was really not well, because of this, any structure went out the window, we let him doze on the sofa, eat ice lollys.
Because of this the whole family found itself awake at 3am watching lazy town. And then we started to wonder if we should take him to A&E when his temperature went up to 40.7, half hour later it went back down, and then he slept till noon today.
He is still hot but not as bad as he has been, but its horrible because he doesn’t understand and your first instinct as a parent is to want to make them better, hopefully this time tomorrow he will be running about like the loon he is