I didn't get to run today. I was going to go right after lunch but Johnny came upstairs crying about noon and promptly spiked a fever. From that moment to this he has kept nothing down. Nothing. I spent the rest of the day giving him pedialyte a teaspoon at a time and then changing his clothes after he threw it back up. He spent the day barely moving. I sat in the rocking chair and just held him for most of the day. Once again, I am afraid to go to bed. Afraid the fever will spike, afraid he is too dehydrated, afraid I will miss something important. That he will need me and I'll be asleep. Apparently, I am not destined for sleep this week. On the bright side Tommy only had three breathing treatments today. Tomorrow has to be better, right? Please, be better.