My poor boy.

Cohen has been under the weather the past few days. On Tuesday night he started running a fever and continued to do so all day yesterday. Yesterday afternoon, I remembered seeing a sore in his mouth and asked to see in his mouth again. As I looked around, I counted between 8 and 10 canker sores. One looked like a hole and sent me into a small fit because I can only IMAGINE how bad it hurts him! He went to bed without incident but I was very vigilant about the Motrin yesterday. As I TRIED to go to sleep, common sense was telling me that it was probably Stomatitis due to the fact that I had a fever blister last week and it was very likely he got it from me. (Cue mother's guilt) But then my irrational side (the side I got from my dad) kicked in and I started to worry. By 11:00 I had convinced myself that he had a flesh eating staff infection and was trying to convince Big Daddy that I NEEDED to go into Coco's room and wake him up. (If you had seen the size of the hole in his cheek, you would understand my concern!) I did go peek on him a few times last night but only to make sure that his face was still intact. Of course, it was but I knew he needed to see the doctor. Apparently, for once, Dr. Mom was wrong and he has a virus. He also has sores all over the back of his throat! She sent us home with some antibiotics because she was a little concerned about a staph infection. Cohen has been such a trooper, but please pray for a quick recovery for my guy!