Those three little words...

It's a virus.

Ahhhhh!

Those have got to be the three words I was dreading the most when I took Bryson in to see the pediatrician last Thursday. He was running a temperature of 104.4 degrees and obviously very miserable. But, sure enough, they said them. It's a virus. Go home and wait. The fever should be gone by Sunday. Sunday!?!? Are you kidding me?

So, we came home. Paced the floors with a sick baby. Stayed up all night. Loved on that sweet little boy. Prayed for relief of this awful fever and pain.

God is good. Bryson has not had fever all day. He felt warm when I just put him to bed, so he got a dose of Motrin for good measure.

Praying things keep looking up...