Little Master's fever and Florence Nightingale


Tuesday afternoon Luc spiked a fever of 39 (that's 102 Fahrenheit; actually, our thermometer measures in F, I was just being clever). It broke briefly Friday morning, but than went back up when the meds wore off. We were quite worried, since in a country with malaria and Dengue Fever, any time you have a high temperature you have to begin wondering. But our neighbors have a cousin whose wife is a pediatrician, and Marion took Luc to see her today. She said not to worry about malaria or Dengue, that a virus is going around. She also said it looked like he has strep throat.

After two very long nights, including Thursday night when he never slept for more than a half hour at a time, he seems to be sleeping better tonight (so far). It's been pretty exhausting, mostly for Marion who slept with him the last two nights. Claire can also become extremely needy and emotional when she sees Luc in distress (not sure if it's that Luc is in distress, or she sees him getting attention and wants some for herself). But then she also can really come through like a good big sister. Marion got a sponge to give Luc sponge baths, and yesterday when they were playing in buckets of water, Claire asked for the sponge so she could sponge Luc down. She also helped us try to understand what Luc was crying for, and went and got juice and then milk to try to calm him. She was like a little Florence Nightingale. The real Florence Nightingale in all the has been Marion. That probably goes without saying. She grumbles about how these kids are way more than she bargained for, but she always steps up and becomes supermom when most needed.

I called Luc "Little Master" in the title to this post because he got his first real haircut the other day, and when the Malayalam-speaking barber couldn't understand how we were describing to cut Luc's hair, he gave us a car with about 8 different styles on it. We chose the one called "Little Master" because all the others involved more or less amounts of shaving the side of the head. Well, the Little Master cut turned out to be what you might call a Roman or a Caesar cut. I don't need to describe it, the picture below says it all. It will be fine once it grows out a bit, and we can part it.


Posted: Fri - December 30, 2005 at 09:14 AM          

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