Baby D is a little under the weather. He returned from his vaccination last evening in a fairly merry mood, to the extent that he didn't even object to being soaped up in his bath and before bedtime he was extremely chatty, cooing a wide array of sounds.
Then somewhere in the middle of the night, his cry seemed a little different. Early this morning it was the same. It wasn't his imperious cry - "Milk! Now! Right Now!" Or "Pick me up! Now! Right Now!". It wasn't his frustrated cry either - "How do I explain it to you". It sounded more like "I don't like this , I don't". So Daddy D lay Baby D on his lap and pulled a few funny faces at which he did work up a few wan smiles. It was then we discovered he had his very first fever brought on no doubt on account of the vaccines.
After frantic attempts to reach his doctor and a few drops of paracetamol, Baby D settled down to sleep only waking up to suck on his thumb and to take tentative sips of food. By afternoon he was feeling much better and got up to play and talk. He gave me his brightest smile yet and cycled his arms and legs vigorously, stating in no uncertain terms that he was extremely pleased I was there.
He's the only person in this world that smiles and cycles to show me his appreciation (not even his dad does that). I'm basking in the adulation, because I very much doubt he'll be as expressive at sixteen or at six for that matter.
Baby D is doing okay though not quite himself yet. It's a long vigil through the night - make sure that temperature isn't sneaking up again...
Then somewhere in the middle of the night, his cry seemed a little different. Early this morning it was the same. It wasn't his imperious cry - "Milk! Now! Right Now!" Or "Pick me up! Now! Right Now!". It wasn't his frustrated cry either - "How do I explain it to you". It sounded more like "I don't like this , I don't". So Daddy D lay Baby D on his lap and pulled a few funny faces at which he did work up a few wan smiles. It was then we discovered he had his very first fever brought on no doubt on account of the vaccines.
After frantic attempts to reach his doctor and a few drops of paracetamol, Baby D settled down to sleep only waking up to suck on his thumb and to take tentative sips of food. By afternoon he was feeling much better and got up to play and talk. He gave me his brightest smile yet and cycled his arms and legs vigorously, stating in no uncertain terms that he was extremely pleased I was there.
He's the only person in this world that smiles and cycles to show me his appreciation (not even his dad does that). I'm basking in the adulation, because I very much doubt he'll be as expressive at sixteen or at six for that matter.
Baby D is doing okay though not quite himself yet. It's a long vigil through the night - make sure that temperature isn't sneaking up again...
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