Ugh. Wyatt is running a nasty fever and still puking. My boys don't get sick very often, so when they do, I kind of freak out about it. I don't think I've ever seen him so sick. Oliver is convinced a doctor won't do anything for him, and with how hard it is to get an acute care appointment at the hospital, I tend to agree; the Emergency Room is probably our only option, unless we want to wait a couple days to see someone. I'm not sitting in the Emergency Room for hours with a puking four year old and his scooting baby brother. I have a feeling that would be worse for him than anything they gave us there. The only thing he's keeping down is water. I wish we had some Pedialyte, but there's no way I want to leave the house with him right now. So, all I can do is sit around worrying, and I hate it. I'm so glad this sort of thing is a rare event around here!