Fever In / Fever Out
A big blue shiner on his cheek from one of many missteps in the mastery of walking, a lasting fever with clear signs of roseola, and an unrelenting cycle of nag/cry/scream that says simply “hold me in your arms for about 87 hours straight, please” and it is clear that our role into this parenting thing is still in its learning stages. The fever broke long ago, but the aftermath has continued into our rain-filled weekend.
My wife and I will eventually take stuff like this as no big deal, but if we seem a little on edge lately, it’s because we’re still paying some serious parenting dues.
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