Sunday, July 5, 2009

Friday Night Fever

Zoe was really sick on Friday. She started off not eating anything at breakfast and going back to bed. That evening she was running a fever of 102. When Zoe gets feverish she starts to hallucinate, which is really scary for her and for me.

It never got really bad, but she did experience some feverish obsessive nightmares. I gave her children's tylenol and she slept in our bed. I woke her up every couple hours to check her temperature again.

Saturday she was still sick and slept pretty much all day. Pere and I felt really sorry for her because she missed the big neighborhood Independence Day festivities. There was a bike parade, (she and a neighbor had been planning to decorate their bikes together), the water balloon games in the park (with about 25 neighborhood kids), the gutter sundae (big clean trough, lots of ice cream, variety of toppings, give the kids spoons)

So I made her a little sundae at home which she tried to finish and then we went out on the lawn and played with sparklers.



Then she said she felt well enough to walk half a block to the park to sit on our friend's lawn and watch our resident pyromanic set off some amazing fireworks.



Seriously... the finale was crazy!

Anyway...Zoe give air hugs to her friends and take part in one of the holiday celebrations that make us so glad we live here. :)

During the fireworks she asked for a brownie, the first time she had asked to eat food in 36 hours. She slept though the night last night with no fever and woke up this morning saying she was hungry for breakfast. :)

4 comments:

  1. Awww, poor kid. Glad she is feeling better.

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  2. Aww, I'm sorry she missed the neighborhood party, I know she was really looking forward to that. Hope all is well now, though!

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  3. Oh, I'm sorry she was sick, but I'm happy she is feeling better. Hallucinations are scary.

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  4. I'm sorry she was so sick. All of us came down sick that weekend. So we stuck with loads of Harry Potter.

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