M Gets Her First Fever

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Last week M came down with a fever. The thermometer said 101.9, but she felt like a boiling potato in the muggy summer heat. The worst part, though, was how the sickness took over her personality. I have been meaning to write individual posts about M and E, how they’ve slowly grown from babies into vibrant little individuals. If you’re with them in the living room, E often likes to sit nearby playing games like catch, pointing and babbling, while M is often off exploring, focused on physical feats like cruising and climbing.

When M woke up with the fever it was like she’d become a different baby. She wanted to lie on the couch, her warm head on my chest. If you took a toy from her she barely flinched, and if you put her on the ground she’d sit despondently. No more mischievous smile, and even tickles couldn’t elicit a laugh.

After a couple days the fever began to subside. I gave the babies sippy cups of water. They are still learning to use them and don’t always tip them back far enough to suck water instead of air. I showed E first. She let me hold the cup for her, watching how to tip it, then tried herself. But when I tried to take M’s she threw her arms in the air and pouted, protesting loudly. My strong-willed M is back!