Nate has been running a fever for the last three days. His poor little nose is like a broken faucet, it will not stop running! This morning was his worst by far. He woke me up at 4:15 am complaining that he didn’t feel good. His temperature was 101.6. He downed some Tylenol and we cuddled on the couch and watched Finding Nemo. I must say, he has been such a trooper through this illness! He even smiled while I snapped a photo of him this morning.
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