Your first fever

My lovely little girl,

The bug hit Papa first, then Zoe, then you. You were a little more willing to sleep, more mellow, less hungry, albeit as smiley. It was hard to tell if you were coming down with something. Late at night, I woke up and you were warm. The famous butt temperature showed fever, but not high enough to go to the emergency room. By 6am you were warmer, so I waited until the doctor's office opened, and went first thing, without appointment. They saw you.

You were sweet, as always. You don't like the sound of the paper sheet on the examination bed. She said you could have infant Tylenol, and nothing else. You slept on Dede's shoulder, who's come from Istanbul to meet you,and to see Zoe. Nine Roza has been bundling you even more. She is always cold, and thinks everyone feels the same. Your fever went down, but the congestion has not left, which makes nursing frustrating for you, and worrisome for me. We've been trying saline and fresh air. I think this afternoon you started breathing a little more easily.

We are here to take care of you, little lovely creature.

Love,
Mommy