Hot summer day, hot little head.

It's one of those nights where every parent dreads to hear... my little babypork is sick and has a fever of around 102 tonight. He woke up from his nap feeling like a little walking heater this afternoon. I thought it might've been him just hot from napping, but the burning on his red cheeks didn't go away after half an hour. I didn't need my thermometer to know he has a fever. By now, I already know what a fever feels like just from touching his little forehead.

So he ate half his dinner which was surprisingly good already. My babypork was extremely clingy and that tells me too that he is definitely not feeling good. Shortly after dinner, we tried to find ways to take his temperature and my little babypork just freaked out seeing that ear thermometer in papapork's hand. So we barely got to take his temperature. We tried real fast and did it for like 3 seconds before he went bazerk and it read 102. Its probably incorrect but from what I can feel from his head, it did seem that high.

We tried to find ways to get him to take his Motrin to lower his fever down. We had no choice but one to hold him down and one to force it down his throat. Its only for his own good. I felt terrible bad as a mom, I had to remind myself its for his own good. It was horrible, the screaming, the struggling, the whining, the crying, oh, I hate doing this, then the coughing, the choking, oh, I want to just hit myself now. 3 minutes later, the worst thing we could expect happened, babypork just barfed all over me, once, twice, then some more. I could do nothing but try to catch it with my hand before it hit the floor. No use, I just let it all go (at least it was hardwood floor and not carpet this time). It was gross, it smelled disgusting. More crying, he became even more attached to me, more whining, more crying. My poor baby, I could do nothing but to just comfort him that it's okay.

Upstairs we go, poor papapork cleaned up the mess while I give the barf boy his shower. Nothing would stop his crying so I whipped out his favorite book - "Yummy Yucky" and he participated and was better then. Washed up, PJs on, brushed teeth (oh...gotta get rid of that barf smell) and downstairs again we go (for more medication since it all came up and nothing is left in his system).

We tried more food later. Yummy, its watermelon time! So watermelon + Motrin in one teaspoon did the trick. One whole dose of Motrin took 3 teaspoon + 3 pieces of watermelon to finish. I think we got in 2 and a half spoonful of it down him without him really noticing (from the distraction of having Elmo on DVD). The last half of spoon, well, he got smart and realized it was something that tasted weird, he knew it wasn't JUST watermelon and so spit it back out. Darn!

Babypork is asleep now, let's hope he won't wake up several times during the night, cross my fingers, but I'm prepared for that already. I wish I was the one with the fever instead of him. That's the kind of love you have when its your own child. You would give up anything to take their pain away right this very second if you could. And that's exactly how I feel right now.