Z was really sick last week for the first time (more than just a runny nose) and I honestly don't think there is anything worse than a sick baby. She woke up one night with a fever around 40 degrees and her little body and head felt like they were on fire. I was shocked with how hot she felt and of course, as a first time mom, seeing a number that high had me worried. We gave Z a dose of Tylenol as she seemed quite uncomfortable, but unfortunately that only broke the fever temporarily before it spiked back up again.
We used to co-sleep with Z, but won that battle and she has been sleeping in her crib for a few months now. That night our poor baby girl wanted nothing more than to be with mom and there was no way she was going to sleep in the crib, so I cuddled her close and let her gently drift asleep on me. I was willing to do whatever had to be done to make our little peanut feel better.
Now usually Z is one of the happiest babies I have ever met and our day starts with smiles and babbles - no better way to start the day! As she gets tired she becomes more snugly, but not after some time playing and enjoying the company of those around her. When she woke up the next morning the fever was back up and someone had replaced our happy, active baby with a baby who didn't understand what was going on and just wanted to be held. I get it, when I am sick I am not in the best of moods and just want to sleep until it goes away, but seeing Z like this broke my heart. I wished for nothing but to trade places with her and to take all her discomfort away.
The fever persisted for a couple of days and I literally was not able to do anything as my days were filled with snuggles and a baby asleep on me. Outside of a couple walks where Z has fallen asleep in the carrier, she hasn't had a mommy or daddy nap in quite some time and a for a few days there was nothing but (she even fell asleep on dad which hasn't happened since she was a new born!)
It was a trying few days with little sleep for anyone in the house as Z was up at all hours of the night, but as with most viruses it passed and our happy, active baby slowly returned. It warmed my heart to watch our happy baby emerge and take joy in all that is around her once again. I know this won't be the last time that Z is sick and I know that when it happens again I will still wish that I could trade places and take all her pain/discomfort away.