It’s the waiting. Waiting for them to smile, or roll, or walk. Or talk.
For the fever to break. To see if you can visit family or if you’re stuck at home. On Thanksgiving…
and pretty much decimate all your grand plans for sneaky Santa adventures over the weekend.
Possibly having to cancel a baby’s birthday party…
But not really being able to give notice…
because you’re waiting.
Will the fever break.
Will the coughing stop?
Will someone else start?
I find these the hardest parts. The waiting.
We are waiting on a fever right now too! Poor little dude!