Sunday night fever

Last night at around 11pm Oliver woke up and cried with this high pitched wail, we went in to check on him cause he wasn’t sounding like his usual self. It turns out he had a nasty little fever going on. Was hoping it would be cleared by morning but nope he was still hot to touch.

When Oliver is well you can’t keep him in one spot, he’s a wild child getting into everything he shouldn’t. But today he has been so placid and relaxed so it was a rare chance to cuddle him as much as we like. He has been up and down, very lethargic and sensitive.

When I have picked up a virus I can barely live with myself, how must a little baby feel?

#FeelingPoop

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