Friday morning I called the doctor and we went in for a visit. He is on prescription eye-drops and we've been administering tylenol and motrin, as needed.
The poor little guy can't keep down solid foods but is doing okay with the bottles. He woke up at around 2 a.m. Saturday and Sunday burning up and miserable. This morning at 2 a.m. his temp was 103, the poor thing. After 2 hours, I finally got him back to sleep and, much to our relief, he woke this morning without a fever. He is still not interseted in eating solids, but he is playing more and seems more himself.
Yet through it all, he is such a trooper! Point in case:
Yesterday I put him in a laundry basket with some toys and pushed him around. (Hey, it always made us girls feel better.) He loved it. You can sort of make out the eye irritation in this picture. His eyes look like someone punched him.
Later that night, he was really burning up, so we left him in just his diaper. Can you say white trash baby!