Poorly

This was the sight that greeted me when I got home from work this evening. Poor Conor is under the weather. When I got back from London last night my Dad told me that he'd been a bit hot and clingy in the afternoon. He was in bed when I got in, but he woke up just before 10 with a temperature of 39 degrees. A couple of hours and doses of infant paracetamol and ibuprofen later and his temperature was back to normal and he finally fell asleep.

He seemed much better this morning, but he's been very clingy again today and still feels hot (although not feverish now). He hardly slept during the day then conked out at half five. I've dosed him up again before bedtime, so we'll see how he gets on tonight.