The monkey is seriously living up to her nickname. If given the opportunity, she will crawl all over whoever sits next to her. She can walk now, while holding onto things. She can crawl quickly, pull herself up, flip over, you name it. Yesterday, she even climbed up some stairs. Thankfully, we were in the foyer.
This kid is awesome.
Except when she’s sick.
And boy was she sick.
Our baby had her first major ass fever. The day before, she didnt want to eat, and even fell asleep in her high chair. She was fussy and needy. In the middle of the night, I noticed that she was warm, so I turned up the fan and gave her some cold milk, and that brought her fever down. I didnt take her temp because I figured since it went away, it wasnt a big deal. In the morning, we dropped her off at daycare like always, and went along with our day. But something told me that I’d be back. Sure enough, the daycare director called and told us that Jules was up to 102.9. My dad was able to get there before we could, and for the rest of the night, we monitored her temp. The highest it got was that 102.9, but it was generally around 99 to 100. The next day we took her to the doctor’s office and her assured us that she was probably ok, and to just keep giving her tylenol and motrin. The fever broke, eventually, and she’s back to her normal hungry, calm self.
It made me sad to see my baby sick. Granted it was nothing serious, but I still felt bad that she felt bad and that there was mostly nothing I could do about it. I was sick at the same time, too… so my self pity was exponentially ridiculous.
But like I said, she’s better now, and we’ve made it through our first fevers. I’m certain there will be plenty more.
