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Wednesday, July 17

-going to the Botanical Gardens with good friends. Expect a great day. Don't forget to pack chair that I sold on craigslist.
-get to the gardens to discover that child in charge of packing chair packed wrong chair.
-the gardens are beautiful but it is sure hot.
-get home, notice that Peter seems hot to the touch. Give him cool bath.
-Peter is still hot. Take temperature. It is 103.
-Google heat stroke in infants. Freak out. Head to ER.
-Doc thinks it is only a virus. Big sigh of relief, still feeling guilty about taking him out on hot day.
-get home. make pizza. watch movie. Peter still has fever.

Thursday, July 18

-long, long night. Peter's fever is so high. Over 104 most of night. Many cool baths.
-start packing for trip that may not happen if he is not better.
-this fever just won't break. Keep giving meds and cool baths.
-decide to postpone trip for one day. maybe we can still make it to the reunion.
-Oh, my. Sophie's birthday! She is 21. Will have to postpone going out for birthday lunch. Baby too sick.
-mushroom burgers for the birthday girl. turkey variety for the other kids.
-black bean brownies for dessert. Taste too good to be made with beans.

Friday, July 19

-marathon laundry day as we prepare to leave early tomorrow for WV.
-Peter still has fever.
-make dinner and stay up till 1 am packing.

Saturday, July 20
-decide to travel even though Peter still has fever. Not as high.
-realize we are in WV when we get behind truck on highway with shirtless men sitting on truck tailgate.
-go through big storm. Tree downed a power line. Fire dept. directing traffic around wires in road.
-finally make it to the family reunion! So glad we decided to come.
-kids in creek. time slowing down. nerves of past 2 days calming.

Sunday, July 21

-breakfast in hotel. Feed Peter some yogurt.
-go to Mass at pretty Church. Good sermon about Martha and Mary.
-finally! I think Peter's fever is gone.
-go visit with family.
-explore Nana's attic, find really cool old electric stove
-wonder how to make stove fit in my kitchen.
-kids in pool, I am chatting with family.
-pizza on grill, head back to hotel.

Monday, July 22

-get ready to head home
-notice Peter has little rash on face, chest, and back.
-regret feeding him yogurt.
-say our good-bye's. get emotional.
-Peter is looking worse. Start freaking out about the yogurt.
-call doctor. suggests heading to ER.
-stop and buy some Benadryl.
-call sister and have her look up rashes. now thinking it is related to fever.
-pull into Ft. Eustis to discover there is no ER. Head home.
-look up roseola and feel confident that is what is going on.
-send Tony for take out.

Tuesday, July 23

-realize I have been typing August throughout post. go back and edit.

Team "Reostison's" at the botanical gardens

He doesn't look like he is about to have a 5 day fever fest.

Reunion time! My 98 year old grandmother in the middle, her 2 sons, 4 of her granddaughters, and 10 of her great-grandchildren.

The old barn and chicken coop.



The gravel drive is gone and the tracks are barely visible anymore.

This is how it is in WV!

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  1. MellanieJuly 23, 2013 at 12:22 PM

    My sister routinely ran high fevers in the 104-105 zone. I remember many nights of her being set in a cool tub alternated with wrapped in a towel, over and over and over. She grew out of that by the time she was 6 or so. Praying you don't go through this again--I *know* how scared you must have been!

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  2. KrisJuly 23, 2013 at 7:07 PM

    Glad Peter is better. We've dealt with roseola before - scary high fever. I always think it's so crazy that the rash shows up AFTER. If it would be there WITH the fever, at least you would know what it is!

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    1. JennyJuly 23, 2013 at 7:21 PM

      I couldn't agree with you more! I did a lot of freaking out!

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  3. KarenJuly 23, 2013 at 10:02 PM

    You are a tough gal...all that, plus a feverish baby. Glad it's diagnosed and over! Really cool travel pics, though.

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