Poor Baby

Layton woke up yesterday morning with a fever of 102.7. Needless to say, I didn’t go to church. Nathan was nice enough to take Dallin and Mandy with him and I spent the morning with my poor little Layton sugars. It is always so sad to me when my children are sick. They are so pitiful. Around 9:00 that morning Layton began rubbing his eyes and pulling his ears, so I knew that he was sleepy. He was sitting with me and I patted my shoulder and told him to put his head on my shoulder. He lay his head down and I rubbed his bony little back. Within 30 seconds, he was asleep. He hasn’t fallen asleep that easily since he was a newborn. He woke up and we snuggled and I gave him more medicine. He spent most of the morning just sitting with me on the couch. Then I guess the medicine kicked in a little and he went off to play with his ball. A little while later, I didn’t hear him playing anymore and so I went looking for him. Normally when I don’t hear my kids, it usually means that I am going to find them somewhere getting into something. Not this time. I walked around the couch and found him lying on the floor like this:

I couldn’t believe it. He has NEVER done that before. That fever must have really been wiping him out. I am really hoping that he will start feeling better soon. I just hate to watch him feel bad. It makes me wish I had some way to suffer through the sickness for him. I would gladly take on the fever and headache and whatever other symptoms might pop up, so that he wouldn’t have to go through it. I so wish that I could.