SCARY

For the past three days Gian's been fighting a mysterious illness he contracted from hugging and kissing and playing with his cousins. :P It's inevitable that Gian would get sick because Maile, Kale'a and Gian = Three Amigos AKA PIC { Partners in Crime }. That's just how they roll.

I've been giving him Tylenol every four hours to fight the fever but it wasn't really working; the fever would spike back up to 102 degrees after the medicine wore off. Sponge bathing him with ice cold water helped to cool him down but after Gian's tenth attempt to run away from me, screaming and crying for his daddy to rescue him, I could barely control my frustration. It's not Gian's fault he's sick, I'd remind myself.

Yesterday morning I checked his temperature. It read 103 degrees. I immediately gave another dose of Tylenol and handed him his homemade fruit smoothie to wash it down. Not even five minutes later I walked back into the living room to see how he was doing. Gian was sitting on the floor, convulsing. He looked at me, his sickly eyes glazed over, and cried, "Mama, help." Scooping him up, I cradled him in my arms, sang to him - and with a free hand - dialed Kaiser. The receptionist found a cancelled appointment so within fifteen minutes { thank goodness I took a shower the night before } Gian was strapped into his car seat with me behind the wheel.

Dr. Hicks - praise the Lord for caring doctors - took such good care of Gian, giving him a thorough check up. With a throat culture in the works and his assessment of the situation we left the office happy, Gian playing with his new sticker and me thinking how pleased I was for having peace of mind that my son, despite being sick, will be all right. And the convulsions? -a normal occurrence when children under the age of five spike high fevers. Phew.

This morning Gian awoke and is almost back to his old self. He's smiling, playing and even eating more. By the day's end I'll most likely be able to take him off the Tylenol. But what's more exciting is that Gian's quarantine is done: we're heading to see his cousins today. Woot woot.