Last Tuesday Grace developed a high fever that just wouldn't go away. She didn't have any other symptoms. She just had a high fever and had turned into a miserable ball of humanity. For days she just cuddled in a limp little ball on either Michael or I. Finally Friday came and she was still sick. This presented quite the problem as it was also the first day of Ethan and Libby's home school co-op (that they had been counting down the days to for the last two weeks). I also was supposed to teach a class of three year olds the first hour of co-op. Michael had worked to many hours the rest of week so he said he would be home by 10:30. I had to leave at 8:50. Thankfully my sister was able to cover the two hour difference. Michael came home and took Grace off to the Doctor. Three days of fever is my breaking point. The doctor said she probably had roseola. She would continue to have a fever until she broke out in a rash. Friday and Saturday passed in a haze of misery. Not only was Grace miserable during the day but she woke up every two hours at night screaming relentlessly. Sunday morning I gave her a bath in the sink and saw little red prickles all over her back. I have never been so happy to see a rash in my life. Since then things have been improving. Now I just need to convince her to sleep through the night again.
We also discovered at the dr's appointment that Grace is losing weight. I'm supposed to continue nursing her but also supplement with formula. She accepts the bottle much more gracefully from Michael then from me. Hopefully she will start pudging up soon.
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