Poor baby.

I woke up Saturday morning to find Noah paying hommage to the porcelain gods, and for a second there I had a glimpse into the future 13 or 14 years from now. I was brought back to reality by the sound of his whining and whimpering and knew my 3 year old baby was sick. The boy has never thrown up before in his life, I swear. And there he was with his head in the toilet. :(

He had bouts of vomit all day Saturday and his fever went up and down. He slept all day on the couch and didn't eat a thing. I made a makeshift bed for him on the floor to sleep at night and around 4am Sunday morning he came climbing into my bed in a chipper mood. By 7 am he seemed back to his old self.

Sunday we went about our normal business. He was eating, playing, messing with his brother. He was back to the Noah we all know and love...or so we thought.

At 4PM he got whiny because he sat on his leg wrong and it fell asleep. I knew he needed a nap. I told him to lie on the couch and within seconds he was asleep. He awoke an hour later and he was H O T. We took his temp...twice, with 2 different thermometers: 104.5 and 104.2. He had to go to the ER.

After 6 long hours in the ER, we were told he had a pretty bad ear infection. His first one. Poor baby!!!

Trying to get his temp to go down on Saturday...

Poor kid...

He wasn't in the mood...he even told me, "Enough!" at one point. (lol...I had to laugh)

Caleb making sure his brother is ok...