Spring Fever (the actually sick kind)

May 7, 2025 — 8:56pm

Dear Reese,

This morning, you were trying to tell me you just weren’t up for it today. You whined during the car ride to daycare and started crying almost right when we walked into the classroom. It’s a mixed bag on how drop off goes these days, but today was hard.

By one o’clock this afternoon, I’m picking up you and your 101.4 degree fever and taking you home. You must’ve felt it coming on, though you seemed fine early this morning. A little Tylenol and food, and we do okay all afternoon. You still have plenty of energy to stand up and play and reach for my Diet Coke.

We go for a walk and then hang out in the grass outside our home for a while. It’s not as warm as yesterday, and a little too windy, but we find a spot where the wind is low and soak up some fresh air.

Sometimes you do this thing where you stop mid-crawl and lay down on the floor, like you’re ready to sleep there. Tonight, you’ve made it into a little game and do it again and again across your bedroom carpet. It’s pre-bathtime, but I can’t figure out if you’re telling me you’re ready to go to sleep (I know you’re tired) or if you’re imitating a game I sometimes play with you where I pretend to sleep and then suddenly wake up. It usually makes you laugh.

In the end, I think it’s a bit of both. You rush along our bedtime routine, basically getting out of the bath and into my lap yourself before I even grab a towel for you. By the time you hit the mattress, you fall asleep in less than a minute. You were so still for so long on the monitor, I was relieved when you finally rolled over an hour later.

I’m hoping a deep night’s sleep will have you fever-free in the morning.

Love,
Mama