Finally both boys went to school this morning.  Before we left the house this morning, Logan kept saying how he did not want to go, so I was concerned how tough the drop off might be.  However it turned out quite well.  After putting Logan’s sheets and lunch bag away, we walked from his room to Connor’s room.  Logan reminded me to walk slowly to wait up for Connor, and Logan was very nice walking near Connor and at the same pace.  As soon as we got to Connor’s classroom, Connor started whining and wanted to leave which was not unusual.  Logan on the other hand was ready to stay; he took off his jacket and shoes, and went to the other side of the room to start playing.  He waved and said goodbye to me nicely.  He must really have missed school the past few days.

    Both Stuart and I were so happy having the boys back to school, so we could focus at work again.  Unfortunately, the happiness only lasted half a day.  Before noon, I got a call from Connor’s teacher to report a high fever.  Connor apparently was not his usual self this morning, laying down a lot and falling asleep a couple of times.  He also did not eat much of his lunch, only ate up his cantaloupe.  The teachers tested his temperature twice, one at 99.5 then an hour later at 102.3.  I went to pick Connor up as soon as I could.  It was naptime, so their room was dark and quiet.  I went inside and all the kids were sleeping, except poor Connor sitting at the table playing with books in the dark.  He came walking to me immediately; he looked tired and not smiley as he usually would be.  He fell asleep briefly as we drove home. 

     At home, I tried to give him an apple sauce, Connor did not want it initially and started sobbing sadly.  But after one lick of it, he decided to have some and ate up the whole thing.  I then gave him a dose of ibuprofen and some water.  He was still quite warm; he was 101 when I tested him.  He just laid on me while I placed a cool towel on his forehead.  His breathing was heavier and more rapid.  We just sat quietly together for awhile.  Connor was sad and had not given me a single smile.  Finally I put him down to the crib for nap.  He did not refuse; he took his toys to hug, and stared at me as I walked away.  Poor little boy!  I returned to work at that point.

     Connor woke up after a little over two hours later, and it was good timing as Stuart just finished his teleconference.  Connor appeared back to his usual self then, and he drank water and had a yogurt.  When I returned home tonight, Connor was happy and was playing as usual.  It was nice to see him back to the happy one again.  Tomorrow he will be staying home again; hopefully what he has this time is short lived.  Poor little one is still on antibiotics from the last infection.