Then she was quiet and still and content to sit and watch show after show on Playhouse Disney. I knew she was very tired, but when I went to stroke her hair and ask her if she wanted to get dressed, I realized something else. And even if I hadn't, she pointed it out.
"I have a febver. You need to check it. "
So I did. And she did. 102.4 to be exact.
I can't see any other symptoms. And I can't count how many times this has happened to the poor kiddo since the first time she spiked a random temp at two months of age and we spent nearly all night in the emergency room.
My sweet baby girl is taking it like a champ. I've administered tylenol, juice, lots of snuggles in mommy's lap, books, WAY too much tv time, and rest. After the cutest little scene of head-wobbling and drifting off in the recliner (she gets that from her Papa), she is currently sleeping soundly in her big girl bed.
I'm thinking, since I don't know how long this will last, I might join her.
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