On Friday my temp rose to 101 and I felt just awful, terrible, no good, very bad. Just like Alexander, you know that book? It was that kind of day. I muddled through, all the while feeling TERRIBLY sorry for myself because it was my birthday and I hadn't even had a decent Mountain Dew. About 6:30pm, my fever broke. I started to feel better, and better, and BETTER until I honestly felt like nothing at all had been wrong. Woo hoo! Know what I had for my birthday dinner (yes, I am a birthday fanatic so this was seriously traumatic for me, you have NO idea)? I had oatmeal. But it stayed down and it tasted really good after a whole day of nothing.
I also got lots of birthday emails and ecards on Friday. I heard a rumor about someone who may or may not have sent an email out that piggybacked on mine. A-hem. Yes, I know 30 is not that old, but to ANNOUNCE it to everyone, now that's just slappable. Or huggable actually, it was VERY nice and it did lift my spirits.
Avery's back to herself though more whiney than is usual, even for her. Caden is fine. Declan seems to have skipped it entirely...now it's just James who needs to get better. He's got the poops, there's no other way to say it, poor guy. I keep telling him he needs to get into the dr because it's been DAYS on end of this for him, but in typical man-fashion he is declining. We shall see.
Here's my random though of the day: this time change is really nice when you have a newborn because it APPEARS as though they slept an hour longer than they actually did! I'm still miffed at you Valerie. :)