Wednesday night was one of the scariest I've had in my entire life.
Franklin wasn't feeling very well at daycare on Tuesday so D stayed home with him on Wednesday to give him a rest. Apparently he was OK during the day but he still wasn't the same Franklin we are used to - no happy dance*, very little eating, and a lot of frustration/tired whining...

Wednesday night is squash league for D so he left as I was fixing Franklin's dinner. I was early but I intended to put Franklin to bed soon as he was yawning at 5:30 and didn't have much energy for playing. I placed Franklin in his highchair and I noticed how hot he was. I thought I would check his temperature when we got upstairs for his bath. He took about two bites and closed his eyes. This was strange. It was very early. Too early for him to be so exhausted that he would be closing his eyes during dinner!

I picked him up and carried him upstairs. He felt so hot! I took off all his clothes and then ran around the house with him, trying to find the thermometre I had probably put somewhere so I could "easily find it" in an emergency.

After a lot of cursing, I found it in the emergency first aid kit (go figure) and brought him upstairs.

103 degrees!

I thought that couldn't be right. I rechecked three more times and it was the same temperature. I ran a cool bath and put him in it. He wasn't very responsive but the bath seemed to wake him up long enough to ask for his Rhino sponge so I thought he was getting better.
I checked his temperature again, after the bath -

102.5 degrees!

That was it. I ran with him downstairs and called D and my mother. D came home and we went straight to the hospital. They were very good there. They thought Franklin was quite cute and tried their best to find out what was wrong. Even though it took about 3 hours for the examination, x-ray and diagnosis, the amount of time we were kept waiting reassured me that it was most likely not an emergency as the Tylenol had brought his fever down.

So, apparently Franklin has the beginning stages of pneumonia. It's strange how fast that came on. He only had a little bit of a chest cold and then, wham.

scary scary scary
- and not something I want to ever go through again.

*(oh yes, the happy dance: this is a dance that Franklin does where he marches up and down as fast as he can - a bit like a cross between Jennifer Beals in Flashdance and that strange thing they do in that show, Riverdance)