The joy of a cool forehead
Sunday, December 27th, 2009When I went to feed Avery early this morning, I picked her up, pressed my lips against her and felt something wonderful: a cool forehead. This coolness represented a sharp contrast to what I felt too many times this past week or so; for days, I kept picking her up and expecting her fever to be gone – but her head, sadly, was always hot.
Feeling her this morning filled me with a sense of relief: she’s finally (almost) better. And it made me think about how sick she was – something I didn’t really realize until the last day or two. As her medicine started to kick in and she started to improve, she began acting more like herself – and her smiling, laughing, and scooting around was quite different from the behavior she exhibited last Friday onward. As Q commented the other day, Zoe never got this sick as an infant – so this was new, and sad, territory for us as parents.
The truth is that there’s nothing more sad (and, at times, scary) than the sight of a miserable, lethargic baby. It’s been a long 10 days for us all, and we’re all still bummed about having to miss our trip to WI, but I’m just glad Avery is kicking this thing good-bye!
-M