Darn it

This weekend was the Intermountain Healing Hearts First Annual Heart Camp and we were SO excited about it. We drove up to Camp Wapiti Friday night and got to see a bunch of Jack's heart buddies who are all doing so awesome. We loved seeing so many friends who we met in the hospital and so many others who we know primarily through the internet. We had decided in advance that we would sleep at home that night and then drive back in the morning in time for the rest of the events so we put Jack in his jammies and drove home.

Around 1:00 a.m. Jack woke up crying so I went in to check on him. He was burning up. He had a temperature of 103. I stripped him down and put him in a cool tub and gave him some Tylenol. That brought it down to 101, but I eventually was only able to get him to sleep by taking him down to our freezing basement guest room, me curled up under the blankets, him on top in really thin summer pjs, radiating heat. Poor little guy. This morning he woke up and was back to his usual chipper self for a while, but as the day wore on and as the doses of Tylenol wore off he just is kind of miserable and stuffy.

So we missed the rest of Heart Camp, which made me so sad. But even worse then staying home with a sick kid was being stuck home feeling guilty that I had brought my sick kid to camp the night before, possibly spreading germs to other heart kids. To all the heart moms, I'M SO SORRY! I'm praying nobody else gets sick. Especailly Teagan who gave Jack a great big friendly hug. Ugh...I feel awful. And so does Jack.