Why is it that having a sick child can turn even the most logical, together parent turn into a mess of anxiety?
My younger daughter today is dealing with a cold. Not the severe, bed-ridden variety, either; just the kind that makes them whiny and us debate whether or not to send them to school.
But I know already that I will be up all night, checking on her, anxiously checking for a fever, worrying how she'll be in the morning....you know, like we did when they were infants.
She is handling it much better than I am. She went to school today, and she will probably go tomorrow, too. While next week I will still be checking her for a fever and trying to feed her heavy doses of chicken soup.
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