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"Hi everyone, Great comments yesterday. I was home from work yesterday because JD is sick. Sigh. He woke up, screaming on Wednesday morning at around 2 am. I jumped up because it was a screech I never heard before. When I picked him up I realized how HOT he was. I took his temp and holy sh*t, it was 103.1! His cheeks were the color of Macintosh apples. I gave him some Tylenol stat and called the ped to have him paged--mmm, hmm at 2 am. Typical Christine. While I waited for his return call, I gave JD some cold water mixed with infant apple juice. The ped called back and told me to do what I already did: &amp;quot;Tylenol and offer him a cold drink.&amp;quot; I also proceeded to strip him down to a short-sleeve onesie and pat him down head-to-toe with a cool washcloth (which he hated--sigh). A half hour later I checked his temp and it broke down to 100. Phew. JD slept in my bed the rest of the night--not that I slept--I kept touching his forehead to see if he was overheating. Not quite. I&amp;#x27;m so dramatic...and currently exhausted...and my throat hurts. We went to the ped yesterday and yep, you guessed it--ear infection--his first. He&amp;#x27;s taking that orange antibiotic that smells like gum. When I sucked some up into the syringe I had a hardcore flashback and I caught a glimpse of the kitchen of the house I grew up in--the yellow walls, the brown cabinets, the completely out-of-control huge fork and spoon decor tacked on the wall, and me in socks and a night gown standing at my mother&amp;#x27;s side as she measured the same medicine in one of those tube spoons. Now I&amp;#x27;m a mom. I squirted the medicine into JD&amp;#x27;s mouth and he immediately spit it out and rubbed his hands over his mouth getting goop everywhere. Round two: I pinched his cheeks open with my thumb and finger and whistled to distract him. Worked like a charm. And if it didn&amp;#x27;t, &amp;quot;Just a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down...&amp;quot; Something else that popped into my head yesterday--God Father Carlo loved that fricken movie and I can see him and Uncle Bri lying on the fuzzy, green rug, hands propping up their chins. So, we had a pretty low key day. I indulged in 90210 reruns and JD slept on my chest. I put him in the Exer-saucer so I could make myself coffee and little guy fell-asleep, suspended in that thingy. BTW, I noticed a comment the other day that when I write of my love for JD I&amp;#x27;m just looking for a pat on the back. And some of you might read today&amp;#x27;s blog and think I&amp;#x27;m &amp;quot;digging for compliments,&amp;quot; or that I&amp;#x27;m looking for the mother-of-the-year-award because I took care of my sick kid. Uh, no. Most moms know the only reward you get is from your kid--when he smiles at you for no reason, stops crying when you reach for him, mimics your sounds. So a medal? Nah. Thing is, Storked! is a blog about a single mom (me) and her kid (JD), so every now and then between musing about breaking news, trying to interpret poetry and of course coming up with new Chrissyisms, I&amp;#x27;m going to gush about his perfect toes, how he says ba-ba-ba when I reach for his bottle, describe our day-to-day as boring as it may be, though there&amp;#x27;s nothing boring about getting peed on--when your dressed in work clothes and you should have left the apartment four minutes ago. It&amp;#x27;s cliche and and okay a little lame (especially for someone who claims to be a &amp;quot;writer&amp;quot;) to write about JD and use flat words such as &amp;quot;magical,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;love,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;amazing,&amp;quot; but I can. The thing about JD, he sometimes leaves me speechless. What words best describe how you feel about your kids? No kids? Nieces/Nephews, pets, er, lovers? xx"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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