Ty's Adventures

Those would be Ty's...

I got a call at work at lunch today. It was the health office at Ty's school. Ty wasn't feeling well, and needed to be picked up. My poor Bubba. I told them to call Mark (he's much closer than I am!) and then told my principal what was going on. He immediately got someone to cover my class while I made some phone calls to figure out if I needed to go home. And, I did.

It was faintly reminiscent of the day that I got another phone call. The phone call telling me to get down to the hospital in La Jolla where my mom would be dying a couple of hours later... Of course, this was completely different, but it still reminded me of that a little bit.

Mark picked Ty up and I met them at home. Mark had Ty stripped down to his skivvies, wrapped up in blankets, all set up on the couch with his water, broth, and soup right next to him. And the bowl. To catch his puke if necessary.

We hung out on the couches for the next several hours, and he napped off and on. Mark came home, briefly, then left to go pick up some supplies. It was while he was gone (of course!) that Ty's fever spiked and he threw up. Thank goodness for the bowl, right?

A bath cooled him down, and he spent the next couple of hours on the couch again, before the boys went to lie down in bed. I went to check on them and Ty was all sideways, with his head on Mark's shoulder. I picked up his legs and draped them over mine and just ran my hands over his head and legs. His fever was up to 102 before I'd gone in there, but it had come down once Mark had uncovered him. But I just was so conscious of his hot little feet against my leg.

My poor Bubba. He's totally cooled down now, but the night is young. It's gonna be a long one.