I digress... I thought she was car sick yesterday because we were driving in a hilly and topsy turvy area. When she woke up this morning she seemed fine I took her temperature just to be sure - however, day care called my office at 10:45 saying she has a temperature of 101. Naturally I packed up my desk and hurried to pick up my pumpkin. She was asleep on her cot and it just breaks your heart to see them like that. I wrote a poem for my mom awhile back and I always think of it when my little one has a fever. Here goes:
That dusty old trunkShoved way back in the closetFull of old blanketsPatiently waiting their turnThe grandma to-beDigs it out - dusts it offAnd ever so fondlyPulls out a favoriteThe mother to-beReceived that dusty old trunkAnd thinks,"these are old!"But washes them all the sameThe brand new babyA beautiful little girlWrapped all in rosesWith a smile of pearlsThen, as it happensThings go awry- baby is sickThe laundry is filthyAnd there is no timeThe mother wraps herIn those wise old blanketsSo washed and so wornColor that was is now goneThey have been through it allWith somany children beforeThey wrap her just rightAnd then work some magicThe fever is goneCoughs turned to sighsThe blankets smile warmlyAt the mothers surpriseThese blankets have valueNot in dollars or centsBut in comfort and loveThat they wrap babies in
paige and old faithful
Take care everybody!