Yup, out of the blue today, Jameson spiked a fever. I, as usual, ran him to the doctor to have the ears and throat checked. Both clear, but I'm still keeping an eye out. He was still running a fever by bedtime, so I can look forward to little sleep. Now, I'm just waiting for the babies to catch up with him.
James is out of own all week for work, so I'm relying on my mom and his mom and sisters to help me as they can. I'm not really nervous about being alone a whole week so much as being alone with sick kids. When it comes to sick kids, saying that I'm paranoid is probably an understatement. I start imagining all kinds of scenarios, and I completely over-think things.
For instance, tonight Jameson gets up from my bed which he laid in for a while following his shower and says, "My neck hurts.". As soon as he says this I'm already wondering if meningitis is a possibility. Yes, it is, but I know it's far more likely it's just some other virus. I wait a few minutes and ask him if his neck still hurts. He tells me it doesn't, but he's already planted the thought in my head. James isn't here to tell me I'm crazy, so I try to keep my imagination in check.
Wish me luck. We miss you, Dad.