Beckett is still unable to keep any food down and in the last couple of hours, isn’t able to keep liquids down either. He doesn’t have much of a fever, 99.6 at last reading. If he isn’t significantly better by tomorrow morning, we will visit the doctor again. Probably foolishly, he and I took a bath a little earlier. I just felt the need to take care of my little boy who looks skinnier and skinnier by the minute. I’m doing my best to get pedialyte in him, but he is so stubborn and insists he doesn’t like it.
I’ve gotten him to suck on a popsicle, which was met with a resounding, “YES,” as if I had just given him such fantastic gift. I’m hoping that works and he at least is able to keep down what fluids that provides.
I feel powerless and am stricken by an inability to get anything else done. Laundry has sat in the washer and dryer all day and it occurs to me every couple of hours that I should go and do something about it; but I am unable to motivate myself to do anything other than sit with Beck.
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