Bright-eyed BubTar is home sick today. Poor little man. I'm hoping he feels much better by tomorrow evening, so he doesn't miss out on the festivities. When KayTar and I came home from our playdate yesterday BubTar had started to run a fever, accompanied by a sore throat and upset tummy. He hasn't vomited, but was up feverish and crying about his stomach pains in the wee hours of our morning. He's had an EXCITING diet of dry toast, saltines, a peppermint, and ginger ale today. We've sent him to the quarantine room, which is also known as Our Bed, and he has been lounging and rotting his brain with cartoons today. I can always tell when he's sick because he doesn't ever say, "But Mooooom, I'm so boooooooored." I've been sneaking in for cuddles all day when KayTar isn't looking. He gives the best cuddles when he's not feeling so great. The tricky part is keeping he and KayTar apart. She keeps calling out, "BuuuuubTaaaaar? WhereareYOU? Noh fine YOU!" She misses him when he's not around. Tomorrow we have a day full of appointments and if BubTar isn't better, he'll have to pay a visit to the pediatrician's as well. We sure know how to do holidays up right, don't we?
I talked to the genetic counselor today. She called the lab and said that they said that results won't be in until NEXT TUESDAY. Bah! Arg! Grr! As frustrating as it is, we really have no choice but to wait. It seems torturous to have that answer dangling in front of us, but never quite being able to reach it.
Also, our little friend Ethan had bilateral cochlear implant surgery today. If you have a moment, won't you go leave him some feel better wishes? I'm so excited to see what this surgery will do for that handsome little guy!