Brian is sick. He's been cranky for a few days but I really put it all on the fact that his routine has been thrown out the window. Now I'm thinking it was probably his little warning that something was wrong.
Yesterday afternoon he fell asleep on the floor at Kim's house around one in the afternoon- proceeded to sleep on the ride home and stay asleep once I got him inside until I woke him up at 5:30. He had peed his bed during his nap so I put him in the tub where he just cried and cried- I knew something was wrong as he LOVES tub time! I dried him off and finally realized he was scolding to the touch. His fever last night reached 102.4. Today it's stayed around 101 all day long. He won't eat and will only drink a gulp of water here and there. I'm worried he's becoming dehydrated as he has only peed once since this morning and his lips are all chapped. I can't get him into the tub to try to cool him off. I can't get him to take any medicine whatsoever. It's a fight just to get his temperature. He's slept almost all day and when he is awake he's lying on the floor and totally vacant.... though I have got a smile or two here and there when I give him kisses and hugs.
Right now he's lying on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. Thumb in his mouth and the other hand just turning a ball around in a circle. He's been doing it for about twenty minutes now.
I hate it when he is sick. He can't tell me what hurts or what might make him feel better. I can't reason with him and help him understand that I just want him to feel better. I don't know how much he understands, especially when I hear him whimper on the couch from something that doesn't feel good on his body. I hate seeing him become even "more autistic" because he is so out of it. It reminds me of how he use to be and it scares me he's slipping back.