Internal Distress
Jackson woke from his nap this afternoon with a 102 degree fever.
No fun.
Some Motrin, water and a few cuddles later he started playing a little in his room.*
Trying to narrow down symptoms, I started asking him what hurts.
"Does your stomach hurt?
"Yes. It's mad at me."
*The Motrin has really seemed to help. With it, his fever is currently down.
No fun.
Some Motrin, water and a few cuddles later he started playing a little in his room.*
Trying to narrow down symptoms, I started asking him what hurts.
"Does your stomach hurt?
"Yes. It's mad at me."
*The Motrin has really seemed to help. With it, his fever is currently down.
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