No Party

Well all was well and on schedule for the big B-Day bash. But then, Clayton woke up from his morning nap with a nasty fever. It's been over 102 all day. That's with Tylenol and Motrin on board. So, I called the DR. and they told us to watch him tonight, and if he's no better to bring him in on Saturday. I have a feeling we will be seeing Ms. Donnie(Clayton's FNP) in the morning. He wouldn't eat dinner or drink his juice(well actually it was Kool-Aid, but whatever). He did finally drink a bottle about 8pm and then fought himself to sleep. Why do babies fight sleep? I will never know. Just give in. Sleep is your friend.

I said(typed) all of that to say(type) this. No B-Day extravaganza for Saturday. Sigh. I was really excited and the house is all clean and ready to go. Oh well, I guess God had a different plan for our Saturday. I guess now I get to play nurse and mommy all at once. I really don't mind. Clayton's not an overly affectionate child, but when he doesn't feel well, he wants to cuddle. That's what we did tonight. I sat and rocked, and hugged, and loved for a long time this evening.

Say a prayer for our little man. I don't like to see him not feeling well. I will update you tomorrow evening with his stats. Even tonight when he didn't feel well, he wanted to play a little with the dog. This boy loves his dogs. Dogs and music. Sometimes, I think that's all he needs to be happy. And his mommy, of course.