A message from Sylvie

Sylvie knows that her dad can be a bit of a worry wort, and wanted to reassure everyone who is so concerned about her that she's doing a little better. So before going to bed, she insisted on recording this brief message for you:

It turns out Ibuprofen works a lot better for Syl than does Acetaminophen. She's been taking so much Motrin this week, without eating anything, that I got worried about her stomach and switched to Tylenol tonight. Bad mistake. It did nothing to bring down her post-nap fever (102.7 today). She was a wreck as of about 7pm - barely able to sit up for the nebulizer, coughing until she gagged, etc., and her fever wasn't coming down. Aunt Lia reassured us vie phone call that we could put Motrin on top of the Tylenol, and a half hour later Sylvie was like a different person. She even ate a little, tiny bit (one goldfish cracker) and "drank" some yogurt smoothie that I gave her using a medicine syringe. Yes, that is what it's come to. But at least we got a little something other than antibiotic and fever-reducer into her belly. By the time she went down at 8 she was almost cheerful (that's when we recorded the message above).

Melissa is taking her back in to see the doctor at 9:50am tomorrow. Hopefully by then she'll be on an upswing and getting back her appetite. I think a good part of the reason she's so lethargic is that she really hasn't eaten anything at all to speak of since Saturday (and even that was just Jake's birthday cake!). She is drinking plenty of juice and water, though, which they say is the most important thing.

Hopefully I'll post tomorrow with good news. Thanks for all the well-wishes. Sylvie appreciates them!