I'm so tired, but so afraid to sleep right now. Poor little Sprout has a big fever. Touching his skin feels like getting too close to a lit bulb. He's sleeping fitfully, but I'm afraid that if we go to bed (he sleeps with us), something....I don't know what.. might happen. And of course, I have the mother's guilt. That this is somehow My Fault. I shouldn't have gotten him vaccinated Friday, I shouldn't have given him that teething medication. I should NEVER TAKE HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE AGAIN.
Hopefully, it will break soon. He keeps sweating, just a little here and there, and then going back to that dry, California desert, oven heat. His breathing is so quick, and I feel I have to watch it all night. Maybe I should sleep on the reclining sofa, holding him on my chest, sitting up. Just keeping him close, so he can hear my heartbeat and maybe be comforted. Feel better, little one. Please, feel better.
--N
LATELY
My New Page - 2006-04-15
Life is a Magic Thing, Woah. - 2005-11-18
No Dooce for You! - 2005-11-09
The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me - 2005-09-05
Ugh. Grunt. Some Other Stuff. - 2005-09-01
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