Last night I woke up in the middle of the night, burning up and sweating profusely. I was also shivering from cold.
That was my first hint that I might not be making it into the office today.
I popped some tylenol and laid there trying not to wake up Paul but around 3AM the boy must have sensed I was in pretty bad shape because out of nowhere he woke up and looked at me.
It only took four words: I have a fever.
You should have seen my hubby spring to action. In thirty seconds flat there was a cold towel on my forehead and he was running downstairs to grab an icepack (wrapped in a towel) to position under my neck. Keep in mind he had been fast asleep two minutes earlier (and that it was 3AM!).
I don’t know that I ever imagined being taken care of this well.
And can you see why I want to have babies with this man? Honestly, sometimes I worry about my own ability to be a mother, but I have never questioned that Paul will be an amazing father. The man knows how to take care of the people he loves.
Well, I still feel pretty horrible overall, so I think I’m going to go back to drinking my soup (which Paul made for me before he left to work…okay, I’ll stop now..). The monitor is giving me a headache.