Fever

Just a week before turning 13 months, I fell sick for the very first time in my life. It all happened when I woke up from my afternoon nap. My body felt warmer than usual. Mummy got into semi-panic mode when the thermometer beeped continuously to indicate a fever, confirming her fear. She called daddy, who came home earlier than usual to bring me to the clinic. However, the paediatrician's clinic was closed. So we went to a see a GP instead.

The doctor said my fever was quite high at 39.7 degree celsius. I also had a throat infection which explained why I refused to drink water, milk or even swallow my saliva. I hated the medicines but mummy kept forcing me to take it. How could mummy describe them as yummy-yummy when they tasted so yucky-yucky? I vomitted everything out immediately after taking them. As a result, my fever wouldn't go away.

The following day, daddy and mummy brought me to see the paediatrician. She confirmed that I had a very, very bad throat infection and gave me a bottle of antibiotics. This medicine tasted much better and I even opened my mouth willingly when mummy directed the "syringe" to me.

During the few days when I was sick, I was cranky during the day and wakeful during the night. I fussed and cried over the slightest thing or for no reason at all. Although I got to sleep in between mummy and daddy on their big bed, I woke up frequently at night simply to... cry. I wanted mummy to cuddle me, rock me in her arms and pat me to sleep. I could only sleep for an hour or so and would wake up to demand for the same thing over and over again. I think I gave mummy a super tough time!

Sick...