Day 259
05 February 2010
Here is my son, in between doses of paracetamol. Last night was terrible for him. He woke frequently, to be sick (mostly over me), before crying in pain and then falling asleep with exhaustion. We had a slow morning, and he slept for a few hours, then perked up enough to have some playtime. Meanwhile, I am trying not to notice that I feel a bit tired, feverish, naseaous. It's all in my imagination, isn't it?
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