Jacob has been running a fever for damn near two days. That's two days where he simply cannot sleep in his own room because he keeps waking up needing fever reducer doses and water, and Jake doesn't wake up well at all. In fact, last night at about 1:30 am, he woke up and started crying and calling for help. I went upstairs and found him and Liz in the bathroom, but we couldn't get anything out of Jake's mouth except "help me". We determined later that he never really woke up... he was still asleep. Takes after his "Uncle Jambo" in that regard, huh?
So, Tom takes the couch for the last two nights... ouch.
As I write this... Jake is finishing up a nice vomit in the downstairs bathroom. Luckily, if there is a bright side, its that Jake isn't the "sissy" that his mother and sister are. When he is nauseous, he gets up and goes to the bathroom to puke. No fuss (other than an announcement to everyone that can hear him) and no crying or whining.
Damn flu seems to have landed right as my weekend approaches and that spectacular winter storm that rolled through the midwest is due to hit here.
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