Erik is doing much better today. He is a bit crotchety, but the fever seems to have broken after two days of wrestling with it. I can't remember a single time Erik has ever fallen asleep on my lap or on the couch since he began walking. However, this weekend he came to me and said, "Couch?" He crawled up onto my lap and fell asleep. We spent most of the day yesterday watching Food Network challenges and Elmo. Because of Erik's exceptional health, illnesses seem ominous to me. I want to hold him and cry along with him.
Erik detests the flavor of Advil. I have been squirting it into the space between his cheek and his upper teeth with a dropper, forcing him to swallow it. Today I gave him a dose and told him what a great job he did of taking his medicine. He smiled, looked down at the stuffed animal he was clutching (Stinky Dog, of course), and began to talk to him.
As he turned to walk away, he said, "That wasn't so bad, Stinky."
Labels: illness, Williams syndrome