Baby Fever

I left work a little early to help Dominic with the babies. Luca-bear had a fever of 102.5º. When I got home, he was lethargic and cuddly—very different from my happy, mover-and-a-shaker little boy. His gaze was tired and lifeless. I gave him a warm bath and we cuddled until he fell asleep at 7:45pm. He jerked in his sleep while I kept sticking the stupid-ass thermometer in the fold of his neck. The numbers were all over the place and it took forever to get the reading. I’ve been googling “baby fever” (always prepare yourself when going on line—can of worms) trying to figure out what’s going on.