Poor Peyton

Poor little Peyton, is what I keep thinking today. Last night when I put him in the bathtub I saw a sore on his chest. It looked like a giant pimple but I didn't think he probably had an acne problem just yet. So I touched it to see if it was warm and it hurt him a lot. So we left it alone and I thought about it while he played and realized it looked an awful lot like the staph infection I had a few years ago. So I looked this morning and sure enough, the red area was a little bigger so I took him in to the doctor this afternoon. It is staph but shouldn't be too bad. He gave us an ointment and a special soap to use on him to try to keep it from spreading before it goes away. We're supposed to give it 24 hours and call him if he runs a fever or it gets bigger. So his chest hurts and he really doesn't like for me to mess with it to put the ointment on and I saw that his molar will probably break thru his gums tonight! Poor guy! His appointment was right at nap time so he didn't get a nap at all. He just cried and cried at the pharmacy. He finally laid his head down and stopped crying so I thought he was asleep but he wasn't. Just too pooped to cry anymore. So we've turned to Nemo for comfort. This is the third time we've started the movie today...!