Behold, Vomit!

Just after visiting Amalia’s family for Xmas, I came down with a nasty cold.  Or maybe it was the flu, it’s hard to tell.  Either way, I was left with fierce congestion and a heavy fever that lasted for maybe 18 hours, and I was effectively bedridden for three days.

But I got better, and while a cough lingered, both Amalia and Max seemed to get through unscathed.  Max even started sleeping through the night — out of nowhere, as if the trip to Arizona flicked on a switch — for four consecutive nights.

But then:  Max threw up his lunch three times since Sunday morning, developed some fierce congestion, and a fever in the range of 101F.  He’s been pretty unhappy, but at the same time he’s been a serious trooper.  This is his first serious illness, and it’s just as much of a mystery for us as it is for him, and he seems pretty keen on just roughing it out.

He’s been sleeping a lot and drinking a lot, and his favorite sleeping position seems to be face-down on either my or Amalia’s chest.  Perhaps the angle improves his respiration.  Amalia spent much of Monday night with the sick little guy passed out on her chest.  Even so, his sleep is very punctuated, waking up a few times during the night.  Let’s hope for a quick recovery.

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