Nate has a fever tonight and it is totally stressing me out because not only do I worry ANY time the kids even feel slightly warm to me (which I say so much Nia actually says she feels “warm to me” when I ask her how she feels) but tonight I am the only parent in town. Andrew is back in Savannah for work which means IF I should have to take Nate to the hospital I will have to wake up the princess and take her to the germ-infested area as well. I know I might not have to take him there – I’m just preparing myself mentally so it won’t be such a freak-out session when it happens.
I guess I’m so paranoid about stuff like this because Nia had a febrile seizure when she was about his age and it was the most scary experience I ever went through so I immediately think about that any time the thermometer is higher than 102. They are just so helpless and innocent and they take up my whole heart – when their health is threatened – mine is too.
I know, I know – it’s just a fever – I mean there are much worse things – I just can’t help it. I won’t be able to relax until I know he is back in the normal temperature range and his daddy is back home.
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So sorry little man has a fever! Sending "get well" hugs from Savannah.