So today was quiet around here. I was the DVD changer and the juice giver, the comfy snuggler and the washcloth wiper. I positioned pillows and straightened blankets and wiped away tears as his fever was trying to break once again and he sobbed for me to come "make him happy." I kissed his hot forehead and cleansed his warm hands and tried to make him comfortable, just like my mom used to do for me.
Thanks to the magic of Motrin, his fever is down and he is actually up playing for the moment. We'll see what happens in a few hours when it wears off. But if it spikes I would do everything I could once more to make a sick boy happy all over again. You see, the other night when I was tucking him in, he told me twice that I was his "special girl." I know. My heart melted too. He has that way about him.