When we took Amanda to the Emergency Room last week, we hoped her bug would spare the rest of the family, but we weren't that lucky. No sooner had Amanda recovered when Reagan spiked a fever herself. We think it started overnight on Friday since she didn't sleep well, and by Saturday morning she had a temperature around 101 or so. Fortunately, we were able to get some infant's Motrin in her without her throwing it up (she has in the past had a very sensitive gag reflex for medicine), so I think we were able to control it. As a result, the fever never got up in the scary 103 to 104 range. Also, she never vomited. Still, it's tough to feel so helpless when your baby is clearly suffering. By Sunday afternoon, Reagan had basically recovered, though she still isn't eating all that much or taking as much formula as we would like. Hopefully the appetite will return soon.
Of course, now that Reagan has recovered, Susan has a fever, headache, and a sore throat. I don't have to hold her down to get her to take medicine, so she's been able to minimize her symptoms somewhat. If the lifespan of the illness holds true, she should probably be better by late this afternoon. At any rate, that's when my sympathies will expire.
The question becomes, then, who and when will the dreaded 36-hour plague strike next?
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