103.8 fever last night for Becca.
Entire contents of medicine cabinet strewn about the bathroom.
Me trying not to panic for 3 hours while leaping out of bed every time Becca moaned.
5 hours of sharing the guest bed with a coughing, boiling, hallucinating ("I see Baby Bop! RIGHT THERE! Barney is sniffing you!") feverish child.
She kept crying out in pain and grabbing her lower back. Of course I laid there and worried about kidney problems and bladder problems and every possible bad thing it could be.
But yet, she woke up at 6:30 a.m. after a mere 4.5 hours of sleeping (on top of my arm in the same position, which may never be the same), chipper as usual. So, now I'm trying to keep my eyes open and imagining that I'll be feeling this way a lot come this fall. Except there will be one more creature demanding constant attention. Will someone please explain how this is actually going to work?
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