The day of the yard-sale-that-wasn't we noticed that our poor bubba was running a fever. By the evening his fever was up to 102.6 but he had no other symptoms.
He wasn't quite himself but other than the fever, being clingy and super tired he seemed okay. He was eating and drinking but not sleeping well at all.
After three days of fever (going up to 103.5 at night) and not being able to peel him off my body I took him to the pediatrician.
Everything looked good to the doctor so he figured it was probably roseola.
Grace was cracking me up telling everyone who would listen that "my poor baby brother has Razz-E-Ola".
Poor fella.
Thankfully on day four the fever broke.
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