Hunkered Down

Sis is sick again. No symptoms, just fever. A big one: 104.8F yesterday afternoon when Babysitter was here. It dropped soon, after medicine (note to self: remember to give Motrin when it's over 102F) and a cold bath (and a call to the ped). But it never disappeared and is still here today. What is it about sick children at night, especially with fevers? Maybe I've read too many stories about 17th and 18th-century women nursing (and losing) children in the dark hours before dawn--in The Midwife's Tale, The Year of Wonders, and now (though it was a dad) The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane. Of course, it's not nearly that awful or life-threatening, thankfully. She vacillates between miserable and almost normal, the fever ranging from just under 100F to 103F. Of course, we'll be going to the ped today. And not doing much for the rest of the week, I imagine.