Ian has Hand, Foot, and Mouth disease. The poor kid is miserable. He has a fever, he is sleepy, he is drooly, and I can tell that he is very uncomfortable. The sores in his throat are big and blistery. He's been very cuddly though, which is nice. But the sores are bothering him when he eats. It making him gag, and puke quite a bit.
We went out to lunch at TGI Fridays today with some friends, and Ian was not very cooroportative. So I tried to give him ONE sweet potato fry to eat. He ate it, and then puked ev-er-ry-where. The table, the floor, himself, me. I felt horrible for taking him out. We've been home having cuddles since.
I hate it when he's sick. It breaks my heart.