When I posted earlier that Charlie seemed to be feeling better, I jinxed it. Of course.
The night has spiraled downward. He's cranky and tired and won't eat and seems beyond miserable. I believe every single person who Facebooked me to tell me this was a painful illness for children. It seems like it must be.
My heart's breaking. But we've given him more Motrin, a bath, his favorite monkey PJs and a warm bottle. He's sleeping now and probably will until about 1 am - when I'm just hitting my deep REM.
The exhausted parents