The fever bug gave the little man a visit on Monday morning and it’s been such a whirlwind of emotions to handle. From getting puked on to getting cling on for an hour during bedtime, to getting my name “mama” called each time he was going through lots of discomfort, to receiving readings of 39 to 39.8 degrees on the thermometer every hour, to incessantly sponging him just to bring it down by a few decimal points has been every bit crazy to say the least.
My heart ached each time he was all teary-eyed in my arms, in discomfort. If only I had the magic words to make it all go away instead of saying “it’s okay, mama’s here” on loop.
And then mom, being the sweetest lady that she always is, came by and gave me the afternoon to rest before I came down with anything. Despite being exhausted and in discomfort from her earlier appointment at the dentist, she came by with a generous variety of food to fuel us up. She took such great care of her cranky grandson, engaged him in whatever activities he felt like doing, even if it meant taking 3 separate strolls under the hot sun just to give him the sunshine and outdoors that he cried for, managed to coax him into drinking enough water to cool down his temperate to a constant-below-38.
It’s no wonder he was all smiles in the above photo when his porpor/grandmama was about to take him out on his 3rd stroll around the neighborhood.