Rule #1: Babies shouldn't be allowed to get sick.

Well, this weekend was interesting to say the very least.

Poor Cameron had a cold.

I knew something was up Friday night.

When it was bedtime, he didn't want a bottle (SHOCKER), instead he wanted to be rocked to sleep.

*swoon*

At the time I thought this was the best idea yet.

Then along came Saturday.

Saturday was a bad, bad day.

Paul had to be at work by 1pm.

So we headed out to look at a few houses.

We warned our realtor that Cameron wasn't feeling in a good mood.

Brian said he didn't believe it, Cameron is always happy.

So, of course Cameron had to prove me wrong.

:/

Well, close to 12 we headed home & Cameron went down for a nap.

After he woke up from his nap the real fun began.

He woke up screaming (I hate that), when I went to pick him up he was HOT.

Not sweaty hot, but pleasedontbesick kind of hot.

I won't lie, I freaked.

I took his temp, and it was 102.4 :( :( :(

I texted Ruth (from daycare) right away.

And she said the dreaded words: Urgent care.

I was home alone.

Paul wouldn't be home until late.

And I'm miles, hundreds of miles away from family.

Living far away can majorly suck some days.

I finally called my bestie Diana.

Even thought it may seem like common sense I needed to hear it from someone.

"Call the Dr. Brandy"

I called & I'm so glad I did.

She calmed me down 99% (he was still sick, I couldn't let my guard down).

After a quick run to pick up medicine (fyi, don't walk to the store w/a sick child. No matter how close it may be, no matter how much he loves the outdoors), his temp went down.

I didn't retake it, the dr. told me not to.

I would only drive myself crazy.

She knows me so well. :)

The lowest point of that day was not really knowing what to do.

He wanted to be held, I held him.

He wanted me to rub/run my fingers down his back until he fell asleep, I did that through out the day.

He wanted a chocolate chip cookie, ok even I have a limit. ;)

By Monday we went to visit the Dr. and he was clear of any infection.

He just had a cold, thank goodness!

So for $35 I had piece of mind & now know (for a fact) that he weighs 19 lbs.

I guess the fruit scale at the market doesn't lie, hehe.

I should be thankful (which I am) that he doesn't get sick often.

But, when he does.

It pulls on my heart strings.

So again, Rule #1: Babies shouldn't be allowed to get sick.

What's a post without pics?

A boring one.

With that said, my baby is a goof, cold and all. :)

The carpet needs love too.