Well, it took 21 months, but we couldn’t avoid it forever.
Our baby is sick. Poor buddy.
I got home from work the other day to find an otherwise happy Henry burning up with a 102 degree fever. We think he’s edaling with some kind of funk and getting some new teeth in at the same time. He’s… well, he’s miserable.
He’s up about ever 2 hours all night long, and up well before dawn. This morning the whole family got up a little after 4, and watched a little TV together on the couch before I had to leave for work. Leaving for work this morning wtih my toddlers pitiful wails of “mama” and outstretched arms reaching for me was one of the hardest things, a dagger right to the heart. It makes me glad I usually leave before they even wake up.