The kid is sick. I’m on the upswing & he got the hot, hot heat. A fever (non-musical).
Ain’t nobody happy when the baby is sick. A Sunday night fever of 101, fussiness & infant Tylenol it is.
I think it’s the nervous new parent in me to overly worry & fuss over his, well, fussiness.
Saw a comic of how parents react to a baby: “Help him, he sneezed!” Later, as a toddler, a broken leg gets, “Well hop on over & grab an ice pack.” Can’t wait for those days.
To keep baby cool, I forgo the usual ice pack & use a “cooling” towel that feels cold when wet but doesn’t drip. Amazing, I know. I tie this Rambo-style on baby to keep the little hottie cool. Of course he rips this off almost instantly. Sigh.
He is actually not interested in eating. I know something isn’t right. We get until Wednesday at 8:30pm for a full 72 hours before we really nervous this isn’t just some run of the mill virus. Fingers crossed!
