quarantine

Friday night we had a puker… The sickies have now traveled through four of us in one form or fashion. It’s Wednesday, six days of what feels like quarantine. I mean, I have left the house a few times if Greg is here to stay with whomever is feverish at the time, so that’s my saving grace. I am looking forward to all being well again, thankful that it’s only this bad, and hoping since we are getting this over with now, that’ll we won’t be sick again for awhile.
The day before Asher had symptoms he was really clingy and feel asleep on the couch.

Now ya see him

Now ya don’t.

Isn't seeing a baby sick the saddest? He wasn't bad here, so it just looks restful. I didn't have my camera at 2:30 a.m. in Tate's room when he had a fever, and he's breathing sounded labored. But I have a picture of it in my mind. He let me put a cool washcloth on his forehead, no fight(like usual), he took his medicine like a big kid. I carried him to the bathroom, to go to the bathroom and get some water. Greg and I laughed when he finished going to the bathroom and decided he didn't want water. I said, "are you sure?" and he said "exactly" I asked him another question and he responded again, "exactly." That might not seem funny to you, but if you know Keegan you know that is a Keegan response and hearing it come out of Tate just tickles me.