Lucas Camilo

Burke’s gone to California for a conference this weekend, so it’s me (Krista, not Lucas) blogging alone today.

The news is that Lucas is a little bit sick.  Which caught us a off guard because he’s been incredibly healthy.  We’ve come so far in trusting Lucas’s immune system that we now grab the oral suction tubing off the floor and stick it right in his mouth.  But earlier this week he started sleeping more and his left eye got a little pink.  In consultation with Burke and Victor, I initially decided everything was fine.  Then Thursday night Lucas slept a record eleven and a half hours straight and woke up with his left eye even redder and swollen.

When I saw his puffy eye it was a good thing I wasn’t attached to any monitors.  For at least 30 seconds I was sure that in my negligence I had caused Lucas to turn permanently blind.  Fortunately I calmed myself slightly before calling the pediatrician’s office.  Actually, that’s a lie.  I dialed in a panic and it rang, but I hung up to pull myself together and then called again.  The receptionist was unmoved and just told me to bring him in.  So when Florence got here Lucas celebrated another big first: his first trip to the pediatrician’s (not the emergency room!) because he’s a little bit sick.

The doctor was pretty unconcerned when she saw Lucas and said it looks like a cold and maybe pink eye.  We came home with some antibacterial ointment and were told he’d be fine.  (Unless he gets a fever, in which case we are to go in to the ER.  Friends have offered to be on call if I need a hand driving Lucas anywhere before Burke gets back — thanks Denise and Heyward!)

And in true Lucas fashion, he’s in as good spirits as ever, despite the nasty runny nose and red eyes.  He slept almost 12 hours straight again last night, so it’s not over yet.  I kept rustling around him this morning, checking his diaper and adjusting his blankets and taking his temperature, but none of it woke him up.  Then, at 9 am I was sitting on the futon reading when Lucas started to wiggle.  He was looking toward me, although I’m not sure he even saw me through his puffy eyes.  But as he opened his eyes and looked out through the goop, he grinned.  Maybe at me, or maybe at the day.  In either case, I wish I could say that I am equally as fun to wake up next to when I’m sick.

Here’s a picture of Lucas a few minutes after waking up – still in a good mood.  He’s wearing his daddy’s old sweat shirt!  Lucas says “We miss you Daddy!  But we’re glad you’re doing the work you’re doing and we’ll be fine here, so don’t come rushing home early!”  Really.  He’s sitting here next to me saying “dadadadadadadaaaaaaaaaaaa.”