I almost feel like writing a Dear Abi letter as I sit here at 3:30 am in the morning watching and listening to my babies sleeping. This is the first time where either of them have been sick. Abigail's temperature shot up to 102.8 this evening and ended up with all 4 of us heading over to the ER. After a dose of tylenol and motrin it went back down under 100 and they deemed we could all go home again. However! 6 hours later and the fever is back...I'm just sitting here and waiting for the tylenol to work it's magic again. I feel like Abi needs me to just every now and then reassure her I'm there..I've spent the last hour and a half sitting on a stool with my hands through the slats of her crib just holding her hand and stroking her head trying to comfort her not wanting to pick her up and create more heat from the contact between us yet let her know I'm here.
Funny thing is as I'm sitting here in the dark trying to be of some comfort to my eldest daughter I'm also thinking and wondering how many sleepless nights are to come in the next few years trying to take care of a sick child. Probably best not to dwell too much on that and just focus on the current crisis but hey it does have me thinking.
Oh to parenthood and to a greater respect for my Mum who must have had countless interrupted night's sleep like myself to raise my sister and I. I really do believe this has given me a new sense of what my parent's sacrificed now.
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