We are fortunate to have one happy baby on our hands. Minutes after he wakes up he's cooing and giggling, eyes wide and alert as he takes in his surroundings.He’s quick with a smile and once he gets going, he's a handfull to say the least.
Last weekend are little guy came down with his first fever.It began on Friday evening with a pair of tired, glazed over eyes, continuing into the night when his forehead ran hot and he came up with some new gurgling noises that freaked dad out just a bit. On Saturday the fever spiked, and he spent the day snoozing with mom, eating little and catching a few restless naps. He was miserable so we were miserable.
Having a sick child, I realized just how lucky we are to have a healthy child.I felt helpless as he cried, looking to me with glossy eyes for help. Neither of us slept much throughout the night, wishing there was more I could do.His fever never got to dangerous levels, but it was more than enough for me.
Sunday the fever broke and although there were still some coughs and sniffles, our delightful guy was making appearances, flapping and bouncing as he was ready to go.
He's a trooper, I'll give him that.Throughout it all he still remained upbeat, flashing tired smiles as he peeked through the haze of sickness, as though to tell us, I’m alright guys, just a little cold.(He doesn’t get that from me, that’s for sure).
Being sick is no fun but watching helplessly as my son was sick was nearly unbearable.I’m beginning to rethink this whole boy in the bubble thing…