So it's the eve of the second of four holiday weekends that we get to celebrate in our home and native land, and my daughter has come down with a bad fever. We were looking forward to just a simple family "play it by ear" weekend, going outside to play, going swimming, going to the park, and now we have a sick toddler on our hands.
She was up and down all last night, very very hot fever. We finally got her settled at about 11pm with some tylenol. She slept through till 6:30 am. She woke up hot. More advil and she finally perked up about 8am.
Her dad stayed home with her today and apparently she was crying inconsolably when she awoke from her nap this morning.
I am here at work, and worried sick. Why is it that we moms just aren't happy when our kids aren't? I've got an event tonight that could be a positive one with respect to networking (I'm looking for a new job) and I just don't want to go. I'm supposed to be doing some "networking" within my department on some other possible positions. But I dont want to call anyone up because I'm so preoccupied with my daughter's health. I don't want to be here. I really just want to be at home, holding and soothing my baby.
I wish we could put the weekend on hold until Abby got over her cold.
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