I hope tonight is the last…

This morning I was very thankful that baby Marc no longer has a fever. Since last night. So I naturally thought the storm has passed.

This morning he was about to sleep but then he suddenly cried. Actually he screamed. He didn’t want to be put down.

I pity him because his eyes look like really really tired and about to sleep but he could not sleep because something is bothering him.

And so we went for a ride. I know he likes traveling, so even under the scorching heat of the sun, we went out for a ride, to a nearby air-conditioned grocery store, about 4km. He was silent during the ride, plus the wind is so nice, it was refreshing.

On the ride back home, he was finally asleep. Until… the dogs started barking. And, so we began again… He didn’t want to sleep, didn’t want to lie down. So I immediately took a bath to get ready to work and I took him for a stroll outside.

And while we were resting under a shade, I saw it. Or them. I mean, the rashes. I saw some on his face, then on his arms, then on his back. They were not yet that prominent but I know they weren’t there before.

Since he doesn’t have fever anymore, I know it’s not something bad. But still it’s five-day measles. Or three-day measles. Or German measles. I’m not sure which one, or if they are all just the same. Anyway, at least the fever’s gone. But I need to keep feeling fresh. Otherwise, it would become so itchy, especially since summer has arrived. It’s 32 deg C at noon and summer is just starting!

Tomorrow morning, we’ll visit his pedia, hopefully, there’s nothing really wrong with him and this phase will just pass.

I asked them to put powder on baby Marc every now and then and I asked hubby to turn on the aircon. It’s going to be another sleepless night tonight, but I hope it’s the last. Because I don’t know how long I will last not sleeping adequately.

I’ll just move my dentist appointment tomorrow 1pm to Saturday.

Then Sunday, I need to go to the hospital for admission. Monday is the day I’m dreading the most.

Baby needs me and his Dada, but I need this surgery, and I need his Dada during the surgery… Aaarrgh.. I’m so sorry baby!

it’s me,

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