He buckled in and looked up and asked me to please take him to the doctor.
I called on the way and we went straight to the pediatrician's office.
Not much happened.
He had a fever of 102.
We were told he probably just had a stomach bug and to be prepared.
So, we got through the weekend.
Not feeling well and fighting off a fever. By Monday, it was still going strong, but he was fighting.
Here we are trying to enjoy a pool day. He's laying in my arms.
How do we feel better?
We make matching silly faces and sick faces.
When you're happy.
When you're sad.
When you feel sick.
I worry until I'm sick too.
When you're unsettled.
I am unsettled.
You are my little dream.
My love bug.
My silly boy.
I love you so and hope you feel better soon.
Until then, I will hold you until you smile!
|El Momma and Leebug|