Even the baby is stricken ...

Baby Nathan has a fever.

He started getting hot and sneezing a lot yesterday and then by last night, was fully sick. We got him down without too much trouble but by midnight, when I took his temperature (invasive!), he was burning to the touch.

Of course, I panicked for a second. (What is it about feverish babies that makes you instantly forget everything you ever read about how to treat it?)

Then I gave him a soothing cool sponge bath to try and cool him off. I was hoping it will make him comfortable enough to sleep for a bit but still, he woke up and wanted to nurse .

About every 15-20 minutes.

The.whole.night.long.

I remember having a night like this with Amelia, when we were both sick. At the time, I thought it was pure misery but at least then, I could sleep when she slept during the day.

As sorry as I feel for myself, though, I feel worse for Nathan. There is nothing more heartwrenching than a baby struggling to breath through a clogged nose and whimpering from fever.

He's such a little trooper, though. When I woke him up at 4 am for another dose of Tempra, he looked up at me and gave the biggest, gummiest smile!

That's my boy.

No time for pictures, but here are a couple recent ones:

Nathan at 4 months - the size of a small elephant!
I didn't mean to dress both my kids in brown:
Trying to get a shot of Mela's mouth (hurt her lips) was harder than expected, as she wouldn't stop sweeping the floor:
We visited a potential preschool last week. It was one little boy's birthday and his mom had brought in chocolate cake. Mela though it was the best place EVER and tried to cram a lifetime's worth of cake in her mouth in one sitting.