100.3

Kayla has a fever. Not a big fever. It's only 100.3, but a fever nonetheless. It's her first one and though we've had her be sick before with colds, flu, etc., watching her with the fever is no fun. She had a terrible night last night, was awake from 3-5 and then slept fitfully until 700, but only after I finally gave in and crawled into bed with her. Well, okay, really I brought her into bed with me. Crawling into her crib would have been an experience, one I was tempted to try after having her sleeping self kick my in the ribs for an hour straight, but without looking up weight limits...seemed risky. Anyhow, so she had a rough night and then was simply off all day. She fussed and didn't really want to play...she couldn't seem to find anything that made her happy and we couldn't find anything to soothe her either and so most of the day was spent either taking family naps or cuddling the little one while walking in circles around the house. It must be so frustrating. I know how crappy I feel with a fever - aches, chills, hot flashes...and to be that little, have no idea what's going on, to be unable to tell anyone how you're feeling...poor little baby. And poor mommy and daddy who have gotten very little sleep these last couple nights and who are preparing themselves for another long night tonight. We're not sure if she's coming down with something or if this is more teething. She's pretty much fine other than the fever - no sniffles, no coughing. But then, for all we know, her throat is a fiery mess and she hasn't found a way to let us know. How nice will it be when she learns how to speak? How nice will it be for her and us when she can look up and say "Mommy, my head hurts"? I'm sure there will be plenty of downsides to speech acquisition - "no" for instance - but the pluses will certainly outweigh the minuses. At least until she's thirteen. At that point, we might ask God to take her speech back.