The Fever Series

Liam got his two-month vaccinations this past week and I must say, that experience is traumatic for baby and parents alike!  I'm certain, from the epic screams and multi-colored face, that he did not like being poked three times in the legs with sharp objects, and in fact, the liquid fourth vaccination met with similar disapproval.  Though it might sound a little mean, it was actually a little amusing to watch him take the liquid vaccination because he would quiet down enough for the nurse to get it in his mouth, and then once he realized it wasn't milk, little Liam expressed his displeasure.  But the pokes were hard to watch.  Part of me almost wishes I had chosen to bear hug him rather than Mikey, because then I wouldn't have had to watch his sad face.

Thankfully, he slept quite a bit after that, but then once nighttime rolled around, he succumbed to fever.  (Why is it that these things happen at night?!)  Being new parents, and this being his first fever, we were just south of panicky trying to figure out what to do.  We gave him acetaminophen, but when it got to 100.3 degrees, we called the after hours clinic.  The nurse reassured me that it was still okay, to continue the acetaminophen, and to keep him cool.  Yeah, sure, okay.

Regardless of the reassurances, we were still worried, so we kept him home the following day to maintain our vigil.  Part of our cool-down plan involved a cool washcloth on the head while he sat in his chair and the sight just made me itch to memorialize the moment in digital form.

For the most part, he looked kind of pathetic.  He didn't feel well and it was obvious.

But he liked the cool washcloth, which became evident soon after we put it on him.  Here he is imitating Ali Baba with his turban.

Soon enough he was getting distracted from the yucky feeling and I was enjoying taking photos of his many looks.  He went from Ali Baba to a 1930's Newsboy in a cabbie hat.

We even got him to smile!  

Perhaps he just likes hats.  What with the mirror thing and now the hat thing, I'm beginning to think he might be a fashionista in the making.  That's okay buddy...you can be a designer too, if you want.  Then mama will get designer clothes!