‘Daddy I love you’…. as I melt, she adds ‘want to know why I love you?’…. ‘your computer is lighting up’….
Nice.
Our middle child is so sweet. She was a happy, happy, happy baby. I mean. Happy. All of my friends said ‘if I’d had one like her, I’d have had 10 more’… for the most part she’s kept that happiness and go-lucky spirit. While 3 is testing our annoyance, for the most part, she still has her happiness under it all.
Even when she’s sick. Fever up. Fever down. 103. 101. 99. 102… ahhh… Doesn’t seem like any rhyme or reason to it. It’s broken only to come back again. And again. If she’s not fever free through the night, we’ll take her into the doctor. Of course it started Friday at 6 pm, just after the doctor’s office was closed. Last month nearly everyone we knew had some sort of flu. Keeley had a high fever and vomiting. Seemed like just a few hours and the majority of the sickness was over. Two days later she was fine. Two days after that Brennan’s fever spiked. So Thanksgiving and Casey’s birthday were bracketed by illness. It gave me a huge case of the ‘I don’t give a %#@ ‘s ‘– and I’m really not over it. Casey ended up with a runny nose. Then I did… and my husband’s been coughing most of the time for 2 months, ever since his surgery. But now Brennan has the high fever and she vomited.. but unlike Keeley, her fever did not just go ahead and break and be done with it. It’s back up again and again. She’ll go along skipping and hopping and then it’s like her battery runs down. Sure enough, the forehead thermometer will be ‘red’ and that means a high fever. She insists that nothing hurts (although at the beginning her head hurt, and that’s what K’s was like in Nov)… so.. you know. What do you do? The doctor’s office didn’t want to see them last month when they had the fever, insisting that as long as they didn’t get worse… but if they don’t get better? So.. yeah. Maybe it’s something else. Adults getting the ‘flu’ — may or may not be the actual flu– are taking weeks to get over it. Not days.
So tonight? She’s on a pallet on the floor (sleeping bag handed down from someone), her piggy, a blanket, and Sophia the 1st playing in the background. Dad on the floor with her (some sort of game he’s playing)… and I’m on the couch. We’ll be with her. She doesn’t yell for us, so tonight we’re watching her to see what the fever does.
Who says the middle kid gets ignored?
