It was another sick day for Charlie today. He missed two days last week too. We thought he was getting better, but his cough just wasn't breaking and he still had a low grade fever after a week and a half. When I say he has a cough, I mean he has a COUGH. We call it the death cough around here. It is the hardest thing to hear such a terrible, painful noise coming from his tiny little body. It gets a lot worse at night so we prop him up and turn on the humidifier, but it doesn't seem to help much. The doctor thought he may be on the brink of walking pneumonia so she prescribed some antibiotics and lots and lots of rest.
We met up with Eric for lunch at a deli that just opened in the area. Charlie got the grilled PB&J. Can you say YUM? He hasn't had much of an appetite, but he was able to force down half of this huge triple-decker sandwich.
He was already feeling much better by this evening. His fever is gone and I have only heard him cough once since he went to bed.
It must have been the sandwich.
