The heat

For those who have not been following my previous blog, globalmomma, I had a 4 month blog about my life in Italy traveling with our one year old son. Full of adventures, sightseeing, traveling, parenting, and the mundanities (mundane realities) of life all rolled up into one.

On one of those adventures, we ended up in the hospital with our son, who was having a febrile seizure in the car, while driving through Southern Italy. It is a moment in time that I cannot forget. I was scared, frantic, and worried. However, everything turned out well, he got over his cold, and we continued on our path. But each time he gets an infection now, I find myself holding my breath. Hoping it passes quickly and hoping he doesn't turn into the fiery red, hot dry infant that I remember so helplessly trying to nurture and protect. Tonight, our son's sniffles of the past few days turned into that all-out riot of feverish redness and hoarse coughing. And twenty minute wake up calls that last through the night. Part of you wants to scream for sleep but the other 99% so desperately is wanting for the fever to subside, the pain to release, the body to cure. Waiting for nature to fight its battle can be a very difficult time...I completely empathize now with parents everywhere. Every night your child is sick is one night you do not sleep. And a night spent praying to Gods you hope exist.

Sometimes Tylenol and the world's other miracles are definitely in order, and tonight is no exception. here's hoping our little guy gets some much needed rest, and wakes in the morning healed and well-rested... without feeling like he is emitting rays of the sun.