You, my little man, have been running a high fever for the past few days. This has been cause for restless nights and fussy faced days. This morning when you came into our room to announce you were awake, you crawled into bed with me completely sweating and burning up.
When I asked you how you were feeling, you said "I don't feel good; it's rough." Despite your condition, I had to giggle.
I did discover later in the day, that you have 2 molars coming in, and this was the cause of your distress over the past few days.
|23 July 2012 :: 10.17am|