I've been trying to come up with some funny title for this post, but I'm just too stinking tired for that. Julia is sick, feverish, with temperatures spiking into the 104 range. In the last twenty-four hours we have held her and rocked her, bathed her in tepid water, and stared at each other with bleary eyes. We finally got her to bed after midnight only to have her wake again at 3:30 am burning up. As I write this she is sleeping, and I hope that when she wakes she will be fever free.
I hate it when my kids are sick. I feel so ridiculously useless. And yet, as I write this, I want to smack myself on the head, oh, at least a dozen times. Here I am whining about Julia's viral bug when my brother-in-law and sister-in-law have a newborn who was readmitted to the hospital, and who will struggle in her tiny new life until she has open heart surgery. Kind of puts things into perspective doesn't it?
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Get well soon, Julia and Whitney :). It's so hard when your kiddo is sick. There's nothing worse than feeling helpless. Hopefully Julia will kick the bug soon...our prayers are with her and Whitney!
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