Typing w/ One Hand
Other hand is wrapped around my feverish baby. Not getting much done, although that was my plan for today. I’ve nursed him, sung songs, read stories, recited nursery rhymes, showed him pictures, read him LJ posts, served food and ice-water—nothing cheers him up. He’s naked, hot, and lethargic, poor baby!
July 17, 2008 at 6:13 pm
Damn. I thought this post was going to be about something else entirely. 😉
July 17, 2008 at 7:46 pm
Poor honey. I’m sure there is not much worse that trying to comfort a sick baby.
July 18, 2008 at 12:45 am
And poor mama. Poor little man…