Our little trouper

Jonathan has goopy eyes. That's the nontechnical term, at least. He picked up a virus, most likely at the mall playground we visited over the rainy weekend. I'd forgotten how much time I spent wiping his eye when he was little. He had a blocked tear duct that finally opened up when he was about a year old, but before then, I had to wipe away goop every day. Anyway, the cold virus probably caused the still-narrow duct to swell closed again. The eye got goopy, then swollen and kind of red. So (after a LONG wait at the pediatrician's office today) we got him a prescription for some amoxicillin, and we hope he'll feel better soon.

He's such a brave little boy when he's sick. The first night this virus hit, we found him soaking wet in bed with a fever of 104. He wanted to be picked up for a little cuddle, and asked for some water. Chris brought him a sippy cup and he took it and said "thank you" spontaneously! He had a little drink and then asked to go back to bed. Yesterday he spent looking at books, playing quietly with his puzzles, and drinking soup. He doesn't fuss much, just comes over for extra cuddles and goes on his way. He does really like "medicine" and asked for some last night. I think they've made great strides in the taste department since I was a kid.

Today he's really at the end of his rope. I came home late but he was still up and insisted on some hugs and kisses. It's tough to avoid the contagious eye goop when he's trying to kiss you! We were getting him ready for bed when he took a little tumble and knocked his forehead on the doorjamb. It was a tiny bump, but it seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Poor Jonathan had finally hit his limit. He cried and cried for ten minutes straight. Finally, with some new water and a reading of "Little Bear," he was ready to settle in to bed. I think he'll be up a few times tonight, but I'll actually be glad of the chance to check in on him. We hope after tomorrow's doses of medicine to see him feeling better.