Mysterious

Last night, Gabe got verrrrry emotional just before bed. He was cranky with Sam for reading when he wanted to be playing with him, and then when I tried to put him to bed, he got angry and agitated over that (in part because he had coughed his way through his naptime, making him both overtired and anxious about doing the same thing all night long). I got him into bed and then went to deal with doing the same with Sam. By the time I came back around to Gabe, a few minutes later, he was sobbing in his bed.

“I don’t feel good!” he said.

“Well, try to go to sleep, and you’ll feel better.”

“No, not that kind of not good! I mean…you’re always nice to me, and I’m not nice to you! I say bad things to yoooooooooou!” And he cried and cried. I tried to console him, telling him that I love him and would always love and forgive him, but that didn’t seem to help much. He was hot and sweaty, which I assumed was from the crying…

…but then he woke me up at 5:30 this morning to tell me that he kept waking up with his bed all wet. He was completely drenched from head to toe. I pulled his soggy clothes off and plopped him into a bathtub, where he shivered and whimpered (until I washed his hair, and the whimper became howls that brought the much-preferred Daddy in to finish the job), and then I put him into clean pajamas, since I had no idea whether he was sick and would stay home from school or not.

By an hour later, he felt fine and dandy. At this point, I think what happened was a fever in the night that broke, leaving him sweaty and shivery, and now he’s all better. Good appetite, good spirits, wholly normal. His temperature is fine; of course, I didn’t take a temp last night, so that doesn’t tell me much.

(Of course, it’s also possible that he just peed the bed. I’m not burying my face in the sheets to check!)